Текст песни Pickpocket - Lord Nap

In the mists of the street, the silent feet creep
Pickpockets dive deep, they rob the secrets we keep
Glint of a watch, whisper of cash, swift in a flash
Lives interract

Survival of the anthem, with respect
Hands like artists, their canvas the random

But the mists of the street, the silent feet creep
Pickpockets dive deep, they rob the secrets we keep
Glint of a watch, whisper of cash, swift in a flash
Lives interract

Survival of the anthem, with respect
Hands like artists, their canvas the random

But in this game, the stakes are more than material
The struggle, ethereal

In the world of the pickpocket, riches are a lockpick
It lies thick
Money's just paper, but consciousness is vast
The real treasures last. Not like money that's gone beyond me

Shadows play
They lift your treasures, then fade away
But beyond the theft, there's a deeper theft
Of souls lost, lost in a soul's kept. Respect the debt

In this greed and desire
The real thief is the one who aspires
To hold the world in a fist of gold
In this greed and desire
The real thief is the one who aspires
To hold the world in a fist of gold
Blind to the wisdom that can't be sold

It's a paradox, in the streets, they teach
More than preachers preach or schools can reach
In the art of theft, a lesson profound
It's not what you take, but what you've found

The streets are stark
Where everyone holds a question mark
The pickpocket's hand, faster than the eye
But the quickest lift is the truth from a lie

In this world of hustle, the biggest con
Is chasing wealth till your soul is gone
In this world of hustle, the biggest con
Is chasing wealth till your soul is gone
The real gold isn't in a vault or bank
It's in waking up, take my hand, and I'll take yours
I'll rob you like a prank. In the money no remorse

So as the night whispers secrets to the pavement
Remember the lesson of the street's enslavement
Wealth is a ghost, in the hands of a pickpocket

So as the night whispers secrets to the pavement
Remember the lesson of the street's enslavement
Wealth is a ghost, in the hands of a pickpocket

True riches are in the mind