Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toughen The Bones, artist - Borialis. Album song What You Thought You Heard, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Toughen The Bones |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |
I go days without sleep, weeks and won’t eat |
Walk on broke glass and coals with bare feet |
Watch me perform feats beyond belief |
Withstand the freezing cold and extreme heat |
I may receive beatings, but won’t know defeat |
Slow down my breathin' and calm the heartbeat |
I learn to endure and to ignore pain |
By shuttin' off nerves that inform the brain, sustained |
By the air, sunshine, and rain, refrain |
'Til necessities all that remains |
I hold my breath in four minutes and forty seconds |
These old yogis, they come to me for lessons |
And when they exit, they ask for my blessings |
Like Christians begging forgiveness 'n' confession |
Hearin' my song is like gettin' your palms read |
Tellin' you thoughts going on in your mom’s head |
Tellin' vets what the Serge in Vietnam said |
Reunitin' them with friends who had been long dead |
Knowin' word-for-word what a letter you read said |
From an ex-lover who double-crossed, and then you saw red |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |
Life is short, so my rhymes are morbid |
Dark and obscure like Jim Morrison |
Cats talk shit, but I just ignore it |
Oblivious, going about my own bis' |
Compose shit as dope as Mr. Holland’s Opus |
'Cause I’m more focused then a microscope is |
Remain absorbed in great concentration |
More profound than any ancient meditation |
Close my eyes and I’m on vacation |
All caught up in my latest creation |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |
My love for life’s stronger than my fear of death |
And my soul won’t rest after my last breath |
I’m hauntin' any man who ever crossed me wrong |
Walkin' through their walls long after I’m gone |
In the form I was before I was born |
I learned all this through constant hardships |
To harness the Force we all was born with |
The ascetic, auto telic Martial Artist |
Often regarded as brutally honest |
Fearless, wide-eyed but tearless |
Carefully careless in full awareness |
In all fairness, you can’t compare this |
No radio station out there will air this |
This is rare shit, some «rip-out-your-hair» shit |
It’s how I spit over kick and snare hits |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |
No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
Whole world outside my window, gotta |
Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
He endures long who finds his true home |