Lyrics Off With Their Heads - Mori Calliope / 森カリオペ

Dead Beats, swinging now
Grab the scythe and show them how
Welcome to the mountaintop
Waiting ′til the fight calls
I hope you're ready to be swinging ′til the night falls
Are you a slave? An entertainer 'til the fun dies?
I hope you're ready to be swinging ′til the sunrise
The flame that faintly wavers
Stains the brain with flavor
The kinda pain that you complain about then learn to savor
A mystic walk beside the Sadistic Sakura
Kinda wished to talk ya
Bore me and it′s off with your heads
I'm not a "Sensei", but I been saying sense
Since I began this soul sentence centuries of repentance
Past-tense on reservations, now I stand in defense
Of this relentlessly intense advice not lacking suspense
And guess the fuck what, ladies and gents?
I′m not even spent
I'll gladly live inside ya head
But who the fuck pays my rent?
It ain′t me, right?
So what you gonna do about it, sucker?
'Cause while the sayers say the same shit
The doers fight each other
You wanna stake your life on any of this?
There′s plenty of spite to steel your nerves
And feel the burn the training starts tonight
Welcome to the mountaintop
Those your fans you're counting? Stop
Throws my hands up and stating the obvious
Probably?
That end was sloppy, gimme "Action," sick
Katana slashing, slick
But where's your passion? Miss
I′m only asking, ′cause truthfully
Y'all lose the heat when seeing no traction
But it must be how you′re waxin'
So trust me, start relaxin′
Your stance is, well, it's average
I′m savage 'cause I care
And you can take it or leave it "rip and tear"
You swear to make me believe it?
Silent will, strike to kill, shinobi-like technique
Pride or skill, what's the deal?
Those hands are already weak?
′Cause bet this blood be melted iron, but I still be like water
You′ll get some muddied up perspective if you senselessly slaughter
Those with devotion to the mission straight devour the weak
An ocean full of competition, get your actions to speak
You can't be strong if you give up from just a miss in ya streak
I′ll say so long with a slight of the scythe
And a light kiss on thy cheek
おやすみ
Send them away, Death Sensei
No ambition
Try again next week
Welcome to the mountaintop
Waiting 'til the fight calls
I hope you′re ready to be swinging 'til the night falls
Are you a slave? An entertainer ′til the fun dies?
I hope you're ready to be swinging 'til the sunrise!
You gonna throw in the towel and quit
As soon as your body starts bleeding?
You′ll say goodbye to glory
Next "hello" to never succeeding
So if you′d like to flip the story
And that heart is still beating
I challenge you to stay committed
Simply follow my leading
You want a balanced following?
Then start creating, stop tweeting
This ain't me hating
I′m just bored from all the talkers I'm beating
And getting sick of retching endlessly from excuses I′m reading
But man, shit, knowing their tendencies
It's no use, you′re never leaving
Sign up, then you whine about it
Get in line, the stage's crowded
I can now supply with you with this Tough Love
Good luck without it
Welcome to the mountaintop
Where we make the bodies drop
Naughty boys and girls get chopped up into diamonds, open shop
Copped a decent crop of follows, all those asking me "how"
They spot the name, the fame, start shaming raising they brows
All like "Easy for your to say, Little Miss Company Hire"
As if these moves did not take heartache and these tracks are not fire
As if this back did not break over and over I near expired
As if a million skeletons hit that "Subscribe" for satire
And though this hell is ten times hotter than the start, I ain't tired
Thank God I′m dead, or I′d have drawn my last breath
And peaced out, or retired
When it gets down to the wire, just who survives?
Are they the liars who sell their souls or those who dedicate their lives?
I ask you, take up the sword and swing until it is unbearable
And wear your scars with dignity when raising something shareable
The strong, the safe, the terrible-progress in these eyes
Expect no less than Earth shaking when these Dead Beats rise
Dead Beats, swinging now
Grab the scythe and show them how
Welcome to the mountaintop
Waiting 'til the fight calls
I hope you′re ready to be swinging 'til the night falls
Are you a slave? An entertainer ′til the fun dies?
I hope you're ready to be swinging ′til the sunrise!
The flame that faintly wavers
Stains the brain with flavor
The kinda pain that you complain about then learn to savor
A mystic walk beside the Sadistic Sakura
Kinda wished with talk ya
Bore me, and it's off with your heads