Текст песни May 3rd - DY-66

He's whispering he's gonna make it
Next moment he's on the ground naked
Rubber left marks on his neck
He's begging to drawn him in a lake
It scares, it's invigorating
He sparks me, unknown and innominate
To write songs on the issues the crowd's forgetting
In his name to celebrate it

I've died many times inside
My body is in tunnel, excited
Every dark corner and side I'm poking around
With eyes of crystal
Rip it out and pound to make your desirable lines!
It's my own government only
Voice is discovery, stolen from the man of a crowd
Astonished by the fact he's too proud
To hold it for taping disc after disc
Always by telling to mike his fictional stories
Mixture of myth with equalized pitch
In which many flies might have been stuck
Like another one amber-in creature
It's over, he lost, I have found sorry for that
You've got another one reason to lynch me
Though now I wish this song was the last and I was able to go
It's hardly a goal I'm aiming to reach
More probable wish which can lead me to morrow
And while this wall of incredible columns is rising all over my world
And trying to swallow an enormous golem in a non-fictional story
I saw, I blow it
Every minute, like pop-corn in a microwave oven
It only grows and grows
And microphone core is being destroyed now of such desperate sound
I'm waiting for studio claims
It's bizarre enough
To finish this part and move on to the more silly chorus
It's time to yell it out loud
Or let you heart humming inside its motive
While rubber batons are being put down
On the backs of the next seekers of trouble around

He's whispering he's gonna make it
Next moment he's on the ground naked
Rubber left marks on his neck
He's begging to drawn him in a lake
It scares, it's invigorating
He sparks me, unknown and innominate
To write songs on the issues the crowd's forgetting
In his name to celebrate it!
He's yelling he was born to make it
He's on the floor with hookers, naked
Rubber brings malaise, thrill is fake
His righteousness's left under blankets
It's horrid, repellent, emetic
Just like his patient and creative art
My songs, it's true, are much vapid
This issue's one the crowd should forget!

Crawling out of a backstreet, a hood fits
Like a dark sith, SW the Episode six
Here's the spot black minivan shall lift me
And then spit me in a few winks to a curb as if I am misfit
I've left behind lie-on-couch moans, hanging up
With my dawgs-morons, I supplied with faith loan
They pissed on, exchanged it for the fried onions
I'm working on rap, apply to it like to fire-fighting foam
In fireproof suit I aim it at the blaze the industry's core in
(Add some gelium!)
And while whales are beaching in Wales, being euthanized
By explosive due to much weight for refloating
Someone aside eagerly bides extra additional bytes
To check all the covers of the 'toss a coin'
Feel poverty rises, the age-old wile is distracting plebs
With pile of sights and dull music, call it sin
I'm pleased to welcome you to neo-Coliseum
One in five is reason I'm seeing it
Let the world rolling to hell, take me as a fool, so fun though
I'll tell you a secret
All songs, even the funny one, can be meaningful
There is party at the pool
Everybody aims to move to the banger of the teen
Whose life experience has equaled to sardine in a rectangular tin
Pros and cons, meanwhile it's my turn to put my back under batons!

He's whispering he's gonna make it
Next moment he's on the ground naked
Rubber left marks on his neck
He's begging to drawn him in a lake
It scares, it's invigorating
He sparks me, unknown and innominate
To write songs on the issues the crowd's forgetting
In his name to celebrate it!
He's yelling he was born to make it
He's on the floor with hookers, naked
Rubber brings malaise, thrill is fake
His righteousness's left under blankets
It's horrid, repellent, emetic
Just like his patient and creative art
My songs, it's true, are much vapid
This issue's one the crowd should forget!

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