Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deadly Silhouettes, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 14.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deadly Silhouettes |
Sunrays slice through the smoke |
Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke |
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul |
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |
Sunrays slice through the smoke |
Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke |
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul |
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |
Ay, how’s it going, alright? |
I’ve just been battered by a samurai |
Woke up without an arm |
And a big gap in my memory |
My head is spinning |
Feel like I’ve been necking ketamine |
I mean, did you ever wake up in a stranger’s bed |
With a prosthetic limb? |
Losing an arm’s confusing and I’m maladjusted |
So I use a katana to slice you like bananas in custard |
Thrusted through guts, this weapon with which I’ve been entrusted |
It’s getting redder and redder but never rusted |
It’s just encrusted with blood, pus, S&B mustard |
My butter knife abusing every substance, never busted |
Bloodlust, id destructive disgust prigs |
Who are like «you can’t discuss this», I just did |
Can’t find my acts inscribed inside historical manuscripts |
But you can’t deny the wolf with one arm had a hand in this |
Fuck Ramesses, fuck your God and what he demands of us |
Look on my works and weep, it’s frank to see I’m Ozymandias |
Osmanthus chrysanthemums, lavender carry a threat |
They tell you you’re my next puppet, reluctant marionette |
Parry and pirouette, poised to steal your breath |
A cigarette, a silhouette, experiencing a second sudden death |
Sunrays slice through the smoke |
Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke |
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul |
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |
Sunrays slice through the smoke |
Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke |
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul |
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |
It’s so cold out, why are the fragile flowers flourishing? |
You’d be surprised to find that frozen blood is hella nourishing |
The pinwheel spins, you reveal your skin’s real thin |
Too scared to avenge your kin from fear though fear is an inbuilt thing |
You’ve got to seize it and mold it and shape it to your will |
Fear is an energy you tame and train it through your skill |
Every day through perspiration leaving you fulfilled |
Changing the steepest gradient mountain ranges to molehills |
It’s like when Morpheus gave you two small pills |
You can stay safe with the blue one or choose a truth more trill |
But if you refuse to prove your feudal zeal |
My blade will fill your belly to the hilt like New York grill |
Feel my blade mess up the side of your face |
Like Gaz from Supergrass, your stupid ass lying in state, mourned only by |
Susuki grass |
A hollow borrowed sorrow so I’ll grant you a new horror |
Grab you and stab you into tomorrow with kuro’s kusabimaru |
Can you cut a man through like bamboo without a thank you? |
Damn, douche, every day these fresh flows go over your head, sh&oo |
There can only be one shinobi at once, as OP as Obi Wan Kenobi |
'Cause once he totes his wand he goes, «See, no, a onesie’s not a kimono» |
A momentary loss of focus is a costly mistake |
'Cause shinobi versus dragon ninja? |
There’s more than lost profits at stake |
What will it take to make you topple and break your poise? |
You’re like a toddler when I break your toys, yeah, make some noise |
Sunrays slice through the smoke |
Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke |
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul |
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |
Sunrays slice through the smoke |
Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke |
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul |
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |