Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deadly Silhouettes , by - Dan Bull. Release date: 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 |