SUBMERGE - Subsurface Music Dwellers ft. Staplemouth (Prod. Lord Kufu) | Текст песни

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(Wormhole)
picking away at the scab of a alien, a cannibalistic animal draconian
telekinetic, a mandible broke into fragmentated bone fragments
separated jaw, the remaining skull imploded like a supernova piñata
supernatural human soup fed to homosapiens, eating it like candy
throwing bodies in the pantry along with blood soaked panties
tickle your fucking fancy, decipher through the mesh and
decode inter-webbed coordinates
an explosion in the ocean is critical, water controls our emotion
extraterrestrials don't need to invade
us earthlings will slaughter each other
one less chore for you, burning red white and blue
flames engulfing the fire of spiritual warfare
political activist making like they give a fuck,
their theories tied into their profits
contents get scrambled and broadcasted to the native masses
lower and upper classes both suffer, from one thing or another
we smother each other with undercover bashings and relentless beatings
watching the seeds grow
into hallucinogenic sculptures of inappropriate possibilities
motivated to decapitate negative darkness

(Qreus)
modern technology over developed
the theory of man evolved from the dust up
trust the burning desire that burns in your soul
wide spread chaos abducted the globe as a whole
bend time wondering if a thought was just a mystery
an unwritten history's glow
endless foundation free spirited motion detection
living life just to answer the question
money inflation sticking us, it's poverty
as I drown myself in my thinking
i'm constantly wishing and twisting up the charmed
waters of life perceived in my dreams
I can't sink, I just started kicking
like a clock with no battery that somehow keeps ticking
simple procedures of carefully placed movement
this is not a game, it's life and I ain't planning on losing it
so take me home when the wind blows a little too hard
so I can drift in my mind someplace peaceful and far
explore deep in your heart and leave the bullshit behind you
explode the image of america planted inside you

(3.14)
there was a young man, who walked across the land
and held the weight of the world in the palms of his hands
he became disillusioned with the way things worked
he stopped me in my tracks and this is what he said
why do they always despise one another
killing their mothers and killing their brothers
the monsters inside us are always triumphant
so hateful so horrid, so thoughtlessly violent
i can't take it anymore, yesterday i wanted to die
today i'm begging you please, give me a reason to try
i looked at this young man, a mirror image of my past self
thinking of what to tell him, thinking of what could help
i found myself at a loss, melancholic and resigned
i didn't want to fail him, but could only think of lies
i decided to figure it out for myself
i don't need you to justify my existence
the pieces are falling into place and my mind has become my own creation
i've decided to do, instead of try
i'm no longer interested in your lies
so you can take your sad fucking bullshit and hang it out to dry

(Staplemouth)
life caught in the melody of dirt
back filled on the bodies of those who sang in riddles
their words were like calligraphy carving the air of a meadow
devoid of all people who cheered for the riches and
swallowed the image of a past not forgotten
but hidden from the simple
contorting the faith chanted by the elders
something about "crossed fingers" and " just not helping the chick hatch"
live like the smoke of a hope packed bowl
cached in a hole, dug up by a skull
carried in the cough of dying man, crossed legged with his hands
holding a soul in a hollowed out bone
compressed stone and composite minerals
beaten by the weak of the metal bending litter bugs
give it to the ocean for a chance to feed your water lungs