Distortion 歌词

When it comes.... It is said... That we will al be slaves.... Until were dead.... Its like static.. Struggling over frantic..... Fall into somthing democratic... In the end were all puppets.. But you wont get off calling us muppets.... My style is like a switchblade pocket... Come out of the blue like a rocket... Singing to a spooky tune, No techno hard shit like lunes. This is the street wise Hard off the beat Comin from the underground To the street Better not lose it Trying to keep up with my sheet music My own virgin skys My commands make you wanna die Spray in bright day Over what you might say My words hang in the air like a rotten decay A solemn cemetery mist Cold breath with a ice kiss Eye in shadows Finds the mutalated cattleufo sightings and footprint findings Are the only clues to what ive been hiding Haunted ghost hills And black dollar bills Hint what i got hidden in my skills Seeing jesus in the clouds Im higher,i look down on him and feel proud This sound reaches higher than umpteenth This slams on hard on a floor of concrete Cracking homes Slinging stones As i summon up all my clones Control to do my bidding like drones This sound reaches into your mind And it slowly melts and warms mine Im in a leash with the hellhound Fire burns my rhyming sounds I got a hole list of reasons One named for each season (distortion) (the uncontrolable sound) (distortion) (flipping your mind inside down) (distortion) (slowly letting you fry) (distortion) (making god and satan collide):x 4 There are two types of people Ones who look ahead And ones who talk to the dead