P.H.FAT - Pearl City | Текст песни

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I'll be in crutches with a viking horn;
mourning what's supposed to be the elements;
perfect weather or not it's irrelevant;
in a sand gland's scape; a madman's gaze
and a tramp strapped clad with the phantom sways;

Crush fists with these calm whips;
split with the last good general;
tests in the desert, get medical attrocious;
yours is the ocean, yours is the rindstone
mines in the minds most bolsterous;
we getting closer, toasts for the road;
smoke dope quotes closed to the ropes of the world;
and I can see the Pearl City unfurl in the wind;
get nervous and sing.

and the dream gets clearer now Elysium kicks in
with fictional face merchants; victims of fake sin;
terraform a force before it bolts; my chest melts,
ingredients; dead shell.

and I can see the Pearl City unfurl in the wind;
get nervous and sing;

and I can see the Pearl City unfurl in the wind;
get nervous and sing.
Makin' paper into gold, get paid, fight your way up,
your days get shorter while you stay up; your days suck,
fuck sleep, start creepin' deeper, invisible as fuck;
I make the whole game cheaper;
the creatures that I love still crush me;
eyes closed; fuck lust;
love is just a lesson catch a heads up;
step up; your head could roll next soget restless,
start scratching names off your check list, invest shit,
turning pain into pages, the faces of creation paint phases;
your facepaint cracks your face ages,
laced with pain I taste sleep;
creature of the night I keep creeping;
scratching out raps; I'm just pieces;
love you but you hate me;
love me back.

Soon I'm just a bad-rap fat slack-backpack fool;
makin' mad facts flat attack flashes;
kisses from my razorblade tongue cut slashes.

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