TwaüghtHammër - Fallacies (ost Breaking Bad 2.04 "Down", 4.05 "Shotgun") | Текст песни

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• Fallacies (ost Breaking Bad 2.04 "Down", 4.05 "Shotgun")

Black is the color
and beauty is the game
the beasties come to get me
but I don't feel their pain.
The hotel sign is flickering
and beckons from above
the master of my own domain
I sow my seeds of love.
Your eyes burn like daggers
through the triumph of my will
your hands they smell like gasoline
they cause my love to spill.

Fallacies, fallacies
all your lies won't set you free
fallacies, fallicies.

The windy wind is blowing and the bed springs creak their tune
my cup is overflowing
shooting putty at the moon.
At the crystal palace
where I try to make my stand
my girls all call you Yoko
say you're gonna kill the band.
"Work makes free,"
they're telling me
I've got no place to start
oh, how do I escape you
little Führer of my heart?

Fallacies, fallicies
run for you, dead for me
all your lies won't set you free
from fallacies, fallacies.

Black is the color
and beauty is the game
the beasties come to get me
but I don't feel their pain.
I like my funyuns salty
like my Jolly Ranches grape
can't really say I dig the way
my brain you tried to rape.
I hang out though I know I risk my everlasting soul
cause I love your creamy panties
and you pack a righteous bowl.

Fallacies, fallicies
Fallacies, fallicies
Fallacies, fallicies
Fallacies, fallicies

Wars and conflict
fallacies.
Clowns and convicts
fallacies.
Planets dying
fallacies.
(Shit) Multiplying
fallacies.
Popes and bankers
fallacies.
Spilling tankers
fallacies.
Excuse my manners.
Here comes the hammer!

It's all one big fallacy, yo.