Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lazarus, artist - B. Dolan. Album song Kill the Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Lazarus |
| In another life |
| We launched a strike |
| Against the ocean |
| And fought the waves |
| The dream we brought to life |
| Got it’s throat cut |
| And washed away |
| You crawled into your darkness |
| And acted rotten |
| Flesh decayed |
| And plead with us |
| To keep it shut |
| And leave you with your rage |
| No names to lay |
| The blame down on |
| No words to use as weapons |
| No prize for all your precious charm |
| To win, no firm direction |
| And if inside that second |
| You decide that life is forfeit |
| And cop a hangman’s necklace |
| For your fortune I will watch you |
| I saw you in your summer |
| Thought you’d be the light in autumn |
| But every knife |
| Has had a slice and |
| Shadows bleed out longer |
| You talked the sun down from it’s place |
| Convinced it night had fallen |
| You lay down in your grave |
| And let a liar kiss your coffin |
| I’ve eaten my tongue off the plate |
| The taste has made me nauseous |
| Consider this resistance |
| To your only standing orders |
| I don’t believe you’d rest in peace |
| I don’t believe you can |
| I hope you rise |
| I hope you wake |
| The fuck up dead man! |
| This sickness will not end in death |
| This sickness |
| This sickness |
| This sickness |
| Will not end in death |
| Come on dig |
| Push, shake off the dust |
| Wake up the mind |
| Make the blood rush |
| God is never coming back |
| Lazarus |
| There’s no justice |
| There’s just us |
| So ball your fists |
| And give a fuck |
| If you wanna get up |
| Don’t call it a what?! |
| You’ve been here for years |
| Waiting for a savior |
| That will never appear |
| But here’s hoping |
| Words that you hold |
| In your throat |
| Tear you open |
| Crawl through the dark |
| And push back the boulder |
| Cast out the shadow |
| It’s all good |
| We older |
| Wiser |
| More inspired |
| And you already know how the rhymes are |
| (FIRE!) |
| Yeah, and I do need to boast |
| Cause this goes out |
| To those we hold close |
| Who die by the record |
| And ride for their folks (Strange Famous!) |
| No love for the ones with no code |
| Hopped on for a second |
| Or a run of some shows |
| But I ain’t co-sign shit |
| Motherfucker hell no |
| Those free EPs |
| Ain’t worth the download |
| Bet the presence alone |
| Gives you stage fright though |
| Cold killer through the blizzard |
| Where they’ve driven off the road |
| Kept steady with a slow hand |
| Second to no man |
| Grown man |
| Back on my program |
| I’m so damn |
| Close to the edge |
| But I’m not a ghost yet |
| Two hands fulla hurt |
| I’m a hellified threat |
| Got plans for the purse |
| I’m a settle my debts |
| Never been afraid to die |
| Cause I can’t stay dead |
| And that’s S-F-R |
| Certified fresh! |
| You suckas! |
| (You gotta go away to come back) |