Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deep Deep Dreams, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 14.12.2021
Song language: English
Deep Deep Dreams |
The Lotus flower opened, Tenno were now awoken |
To a twisted solar system full of powerful opponents |
Origin unknown though Orokin’s a familiar sounding omen |
Now the only thing they know’s the sun above and ground below them |
It’s seldom moments are this bountiful yet painful |
This existence in the rift that splits |
Our drowsy form from wakefulness |
We’ve waited for who knows how long |
And to which higher purpose |
The tide just rises every time we try to find the surface |
Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now |
Between dreams we fell |
Breathe, breathe in, breathe out |
Sleep, sleep, deep, dream |
Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Between dreams we fell |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Breathe, breathe in, breathe out |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Sleep, sleep, deep, dream |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
The dragonlily opened while our gunslinger closed in |
Steady hand, aim at the target, ain’t the time to feel emotion |
She’s Mesa, peacemaker, shield breaker, fast |
She’ll have you for breakfast, tea, pain, leave league tables flat |
You put up a feeble fight to even a medieval knight |
You’d be cleaved or sliced even though a moment |
Before you’d feel alright |
Excalibur, whoa, what a hell of a warrior |
Carrying summoned exalted blades |
Before slashing and dashing |
And lobbing a javelin at any fools in the way |
Wukong’s too strong, haven’t you heard the tea? |
He’s a lapsang souchong |
Don’t want smoke? |
Don’t meet him down a dark alley |
He’ll down a dark dragon like an oolong |
No one can bring the funky thing as much as the monkey king |
Except maybe the monkey twin |
No guerrillas in their midst, see the monkey win |
Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now |
Between dreams we fell |
Breathe, breathe in, breathe out |
Sleep, sleep, deep, dream |
Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Between dreams we fell |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Breathe, breathe in, breathe out |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Sleep, sleep, deep, dream |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
From a frozen ocean, a rose arose and opened |
Rode over rows and rows of waves in a flow state of motion |
Hanging toes over the side, it’s so nice out, rise now |
The turquoise surfer hurtles you towards a total wipe out |
If you give her lip she’ll hit your lip until it’s split wide |
So sit tight and let’s ride right into this rip tide |
No manner of enemy tests the mariner wearing an elegant dress |
Breathtaking yet never taking breaths |
Just send you straight to the depths |
Yareli want to be more careful |
Speaking of breath loss, let’s talk Nekros |
Every being’s susceptible to death |
You all depend on the flesh not to rot |
Death is a playground into which he’s dragging you straight down |
Laid out face down in the wraith realm |
Six feet beneath the grey ground |
This music’s making a great sound |
But you should wait for the breakdown |
Give a great resounding round of applause for |
Octavia playing that Mandachord |
From the Corpus base that’s located on Neptune |
Those are some banging chords, man, of course they’re great |
What do you expect from her next tune? |
Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now |
Between dreams we fell |
Breathe, breathe in, breathe out |
Sleep, sleep, deep, dream |
Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Between dreams we fell |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Breathe, breathe in, breathe out |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
Sleep, sleep, deep, dream |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |
The Lotus flower closes, a potent power dozes |
We seldom slow to smell the roses below our noses |
So when I do, I sense a simple sentence scent that’s sent to me: |
Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |