Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Divider, artist - BENN. Album song Z.1, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 20.08.2017
Record label: Hurt
Song language: English
The Divider |
I can see the light of day again. |
(No I am not the one) |
And now I know that I must start again. |
(No I am not the one) |
No I am not the best of faithful men. |
(No I am not the one) |
And I will take it till the very end. |
(No I am not the one) |
And there are times when I just cannot sleep… |
They know when I dream… |
And this is the end of all of us, my darling, |
Don’t be scared, just hold your Daddy’s hand, |
And everything, everything will fade, |
Everything will fade. |
(No I am not the one) |
(No I am not the one) |
Gun in hand we are alone again. |
(No I am not the one) |
From Night to Moon we hear their moans again. |
(No I am not the one) |
And now we walk the streets of larger lands. |
(No I am not the one) |
And now I know She is controlling them |
(No I am not the one) |
And there are times when I just cannot sleep… |
They know when I dream… |
And this is the end of all of us, my darling, |
Don’t be scared, just hold your Daddy’s hand, |
And everything, everything will fade, |
Everything will fade, |
Everything will fade, |
Everything will fade. |
(Ready Up) |
Oh so there’s a story, |
Forget about love, hope and glory, |
And just focus on the elements than make a story gory, |
Then you multiply the horror by the Nine-Three-Five, |
And amplify your mind to grasp the principles of time, |
And, |
Prepare to recieve the memories they want you to see, |
And understand that all your other memories |
Are floating out to sea |
In a soliliquy of disharmony, |
And that the key to our story, |
Is now nothing but a dream, |
And our Hero, He can’t feel his hands, |
And he was sent with the plans |
From the desk of some foreign man, |
He set his feet down on some German land, |
Confronts a psycopath with a ratio of man, |
And now he’s tied tightly to the arms of a chair, |
Shakes and struggles violently |
And screams out loud in despair, |
He feels a cold chill flowing through the room and the air, |
And smells the stench of taxedermia |
As a shadow appears |
(Beware of the Darkness) |
GAME OVER! |
And there’s a little Girl, |
And She, |
She likes teddy bears, |
And, |
And the way that you look when you’re covered in blood and with nowhere to run, |
GAME OVER! |
And that little Girl, |
She, |
Likes Matroyska dolls, |
And, |
And the way that your eyes roll back in your head as you slip into death, |
Welcome to the jungle of the Rising Sun, |
First taste of Hellhounds and the Lightning gun, |
Little-Miss-Maxis watches you as you indefinitely run, |
Turning only momentarilly to re-murder the dead ones, |
This is one of two of your earliest memories, |
Before the horrors that you witnessed in the hallways of Der Riese, |
You find your partner Eddy stumbling his words, |
Making out he’s never heard of linking Vril Inspired Diodes, |
To the core of the story as the lines begin to blur, |
The addition of continuums makes only for absurd, |
Twist and turn as you land inside the land of propoganda, |
Where Nazi wartime fasion litters all the walls and banners, |
Hang proud from the ceiling covered in dust and decay, |
Leaving three war criminals outnumbered and afraid, |
As they put their trust in the hands of an egotistical-mesomaniacle-liar, |
With the sole intention of controlling the moshes with his mind, |
(Beware of the Darkness) |
GAME OVER! |
And there’s a little Girl, |
And She, |
She likes teddy bears, |
And, |
And the way that you look when you’re covered in blood and with nowhere to run, |
GAME OVER! |
And that little Girl, |
She, |
Likes Matroyska dolls, |
And, |
And the way that your eyes roll back in your head as you slip into death, |
We must ascend from darkness before it’s too late, |
But how high must we fly to the moon to escape? |
As we leave super-heavy elements in some U. S state, |
And focus solely on maintaining Ununpentium’s fate, |
We travel forward, hear the call, |
Conscript some strangers to aid, |
In finding Richtofen’s sceptor in a frozen tundra maze, |
We travel back, swapping snow for ancient mountain remains, |
This temple of doom is now left in a rift and refrain, |
And are you stained by the blood of Himilayans, |
Laying waste to the endless magazines in an attempt at feeling sane? |
You know he’s hiding something from you, |
Yeah it’s right behind his eyes, |
You wonder if he’s noticed that your mind has started linking lies, |
And we travel to a place that he mentioned long ago, |
On a memo that he left on a staticky radio, |
No this place does not exist, |
No it’s nothing but a myth, |
And this cliff is where I stand, |
Until little Sammy’s dad, |
Comes back and rescues us from this story that’s really starting to drag, |
So come on Ludwig, Come back to me and |
FETCH ME THEIR SOULS! |
(Beware of the Darkness) |
GAME OVER! |
And there’s a little Girl, |
And She, |
She likes teddy bears, |
And, |
And the way that you look when you’re covered in blood and with nowhere to run, |
GAME OVER! |
And that little Girl, |
She, |
Likes Matroyska dolls, |
And, |
And the way that your eyes roll back in your head as you slip into death, |
Again, |
Again, |
Again. |
(When they said I was dead, They could not have been more wrong) |
How’s your wife? |