Текст песни Renaissance, Rebirth - Deacon Smith

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Shout out to Jonas Productions
Smacking 'em with that old school
The old fool with the old tool
Show 'em what I mean

Forget the islands you've been wishing
Submit your violence to will that it isn't
Fit it inside of your pocket
Locket like a Crumb
What is it, iznit
A walking shiznet
Fizzling fractions by panic attacks and racking days of nothing much but Re:stacks
It's fact, it's intrinsic
Now don't you listen
Misinterpret purpose hidden inside of the worthless
Far from anything, everyone's staying wordless
I know you've heard this
Walk it back and begin to appreciate the fact you're living in it
Fact is, the gift is you're living

Need a renaissance of soul
A hidden feeling most don't know
Catch the spirit, catch the flow
Smack dab, you match the fear that guides you so

Whether spring or winter time, the rhymes will come, I promise, give it time.
Creativity is knocking, chalk my hands up at the thought of mine.
Break the chain and ride your life

Subject to the public
Ecstatically eradicating empathy
Finally, someone else can see
Converse and find a middle ground
The field is battled by the embassy
Let us be
Systematically entrapping all of what it means to breathe

I had to leave
Leave it to the bees and hope that seasons seem to match the breeze
The reason that these bleeding hearts are feeding lies in light, and geez
Believe in something, call it nothing, make a cause
'Cause everything that happens builds on little simple laws
And every jaw you've ever dropped, you'll come to find has lost its awe
Yet every dog that shares the love remains to aim its friendly paw

Need a renaissance of soul
A hidden feeling most don't know
Catch the spirit, catch the flow
Smack dab, you match the fear that guides you so

The big mistake is laying waste to expectations led by flaw
And flocking to adjacency is all you've learned from pa
So maw your gums until they bleed, 'cause nothing's ever gonna meet your needs
The straw you'd never drawn will sink away into the sea at dawn
It's so impressive, this impression that's been pressed since mother's breast
Blessèd, shaped in wonder
Flesh to stress away the eating stress
Fester, feathered, fretting friends are faking, fear for fighting fests
The fucking foyer that you stand in flows to regrets and the bests
The rest is dressed with hidden symbols
West and East, the least is drenched with sweat
The most the lonely ever want is to connect
The etch-a-sketch that cocked and rocked creation made us second guess
But as humans, we fluently like to take pride in sorts of mess

Am I right