paroles de chanson Radio Opaque - SiMs

You hear that sickly sound creeping through
That there vine?
You find the ticky-tacky taking up the air time
See it's a fickle racket built by nickel snatchers
Trick em like fashion, then pinning their
Casket airtight
Flavor of the month swimming deep through
The sea of sick
Couldn't feel the plastic if you stabbed me
With the needle tip
Let them ego trip
So sick, money cash hoes
Is that what your ethos is?
Hey little rap star, rock star, narcissist,
How about a little self-respect?
What did you sell, what did you tell yourself
Which piece of you sold to get that check?
How many songs about clubs and bottles,
Drugs and murder can we take?
Watch them climb and fall until the
Vertebrae breaks out
Doomtree birds of prey, tell your city it's
The takedown

This is radio opaque
Leave them so sick, better call Saint James
This is radio opaque
In a transparent industry they're looking so vain

So crisp and clean, so crystalline
Doomtree so thick we let them rip at the seams
Fall from the web they got them in
And twist with the fact that their existence
Is fraudulent
The sound is all rotten not to mention pretentious
No filter no taste call you Benson and Hedges
You took the stencil and traced the edges,
Penciled in feathers
I heard the eighteenth letter and learned to
Make that bird fly better
La di da di you can act like the Fonzie
But inside you're Fozzy Bear, find a new hobby
Duck the button-up-shirt-gluttons feeding
Greedy mouths
We do it on our own and leave the majors
Bleeding out
Who you needing now? those numbers
Don't match mine
I flat-line the sign-on-the-black-line body
Write rhymes and capsize the white-line-lobby
Shit, don't believe the hype man

This is radio opaque
Leave them so sick, better call Saint James
This is radio opaque
In a transparent industry they're looking so vain
What's sick