Signor Benedick the Moor - Call of the Wild | Текст песни

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• Signor Benedick the Moor
• Call of the Wild

The time is turning
The city's burning
Two up's for the one's who learning
Three's up for the power curtain
Pulling back to the childs hurting
Flirting with darkness, it harken's back noone's really certain
Lurking out the [anakis?] anthem
Demon fathers are dancing
Unholy babies grace-prancing, under two meters of passion, asking who fucked up them [dandim?]
Held up for ransom, they asking who put a mirror in this land of the darker valley they passing
Fasten seatbelts, they gasping
This miscarriage is lasting far too long
Sewn 'em up your nasal cavity, pull out the bong
Take that pill to the face, so you gon' see what's wrong
And drown in prescription syrup so when they come, you don't hear it, because the
Guns run nigga
The turning points are coming
The ancient gods are calling
And the choruses are humming
We see it every day in the niggas on corners bumming
The signs in they hands, the man illness is rampantly a running

[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Shit, it's like they got me
Pull out the 9 and shot me
Murder 10 and be copied
Copycat in the hat is killing ransom and
It's rocky slow make it harder to cope with rope niggas being cocky
I'll never let 'em lock me down, or drown em all in the sounds
Suffocation from profound
Innovation can be found
Release all of the hounds
But why you in prison gowns?
'Cuz jumpsuits ain`t as nice
Selling a brother for a crooked price
So quick to look away
That's out all to the other
But what happens when that other turning out to be your brother?
We all live in an island
The island that is our mother
A plane crash in the jungle
The fire begin to smother
It's like there's blood in the river
Really just another human sacrifice
Builds a brother, help you out, and all you do is ask advice
So you lock the [fucking gold and all you need's to ask?] it burn
Everyone's [be?] sold their soul, fuck ever having an afterlife