Текст песни




Ey yo I fly to the moon and back in a sec
To push the button on a deck that says wreck
Infect the intellect of a camouflaged piece of crap
If the rap is disguised clear in the eyes of red
Holding on to these tapes like it's my last breath
Living large in a world of bottlenecks
To express more with less, cut the crap, chase the check
And never look back, sleeping on a pile of paybacks
Paint lines in the sky like jetpacks, but play backs
Fuck that
It's not hard to speak if you can't say that
Chasing time like rounded laps in a racetrack
With presumptuous fame and setbacks
Flashbacks of a blame game we used to laugh at
Wait, this is too abstract
Breaking ground to sit around a dusty throne and crown the class act
Floating feathers in the wind witnessing broken wings crash
In the sights of the habits they used to back them
A kind reminder of the buildings we're trapped at
Change is the only constant but sometimes things can get stagnant
Infected, collected and tuned to
Connected with the love of being separate
Different from the rest, the unexpected self-affected madness
Madness, I'm talking about madness
I'm a war slave so I won't feel
Addicted to entertainment 24/7
Agonizingly punished by the heavens we built
Distractions of an infinite ignorance later filled by guilt
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
I'm a war slave so I won't feel
Addicted to entertainment 24/7
Agonizingly punished by the heavens we built
Distractions of an infinite ignorance later filled by guilt
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Ey yo cats spit magic into a broken glass of wrongly placed habits
And feed the perspective projected tragic with a hardly rejected
Reflective message collected along the passage, goddammit pass it
Addicted to music, the drug of the masses
Where nothing is to be gained but a moment of truth, trash it
Plastered, dirty little piece of plastic
Melted to the ground like asphalt
Of an urban world full of transit and traffic, tensions are tragic
Filled with narrow-minded views of racial
Discrimination and cross-cultural panic
It's truly fantastic, viewer discretion, images might be graphic
Drastic, painful to watch in the eye of the passive
I guess we're all living in the age of the addict
I'm a war slave so I won't feel
Addicted to entertainment 24/7
Agonizingly punished by the heavens we built
Distractions of an infinite ignorance later filled by guilt
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Weak at will
Strong in emotion
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
I'm a war slave so I won't feel
Addicted to entertainment 24/7
Agonizingly punished by the heavens we built
Distractions of an infinite ignorance later filled by guilt
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Strong in emotion, weak at will
Weak at will
Weak, weak at will
Weak, weak at will
Weak, weak at will



Авторы: Moritz Nahold, Jan Preissler


waelder feat. Mr. Feat - & (Ampersand)
Альбом & (Ampersand)
дата релиза
15-03-2019

1   Atm
2   Cradle Coddle Coo
3   Choir
4   Addict
5   Trains
6   Ce N'est Pas Un Temps
7   Off
8   Daybreaks



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