Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hellblade: Senua's Song, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XVII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.01.2019
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Hellblade: Senua's Song |
Is it any surprise I feel listless? |
When I see strange lights and hear whispers |
The beings always seem to have something to discuss |
And it’s tough to predict if it’ll be disgusting |
Sometimes they point me the right way: a lifesaver |
But too unreliable to be called my saviour |
No one around me can hear them or see them |
Or feel them all breathing appearing to me disappearing as easily |
Here when I need them and here when I don’t |
A relief and a fear to me |
Seeing the ghosts of deceased who were near to me |
Leave for the coast bringing grief and a tear with me |
Seeking reprieve from the fury that’s jeering me |
But it seems that they’re deemed to be here with me |
Real as the me that I see in the mirror |
Every minute, every week, every year 'til infinity |
All that we see and hear and feel is real |
As long as we believe it’s real |
'Til our walls come crumbling down |
Everything is real |
I don’t know whether you might know this |
But back then we didn’t do diagnosis |
We were too blinded by our views to quite notice |
The difference between demons and true psychosis |
So those most prone to it you might know |
Were left to float on their own through the gloom like Moses |
Eschewed by those that should have stood by closest |
To comply with the group who never knew my motive |
Who knows what induced it, was it true mitosis? |
Trauma? |
Eating funny mushrooms in too high doses? |
Giving you mycosis? |
Wish I knew why, floating in my supine boat |
Roam alone but in two minds rowing |
Reciting the poems that I knew by rote |
And now the moonlight glow gives a new bright hope |
I never lose my focus |
'Til I’ve opened up my mind, showing you my opus |
All that we see and hear and feel is real |
As long as we believe it’s real |
'Til our walls come crumbling down |
Everything is real |
The furies fume in the eerie gloom |
Whispering that the darkness will be will be here with me soon |
It must be real; |
I can feel the abuse |
Feel it breathing on my shoulder round my neck like a noose |
It’s no delusion. |
no effect I’ve produced |
No confusion, no illusion, there’s a threat on the loose |
They’re always with me, Lord forgive me |
Give me the fortitude to force secure the doors of misery |
I’m falling quickly, more than simply sickly |
This is something dormant that was borne within me |
Forming in my thoughts: I’m in deep |
But I’ve learned to live with it |
And I urge you to purge your prejudice |
That led you to spurn and reject me |
Just because of hurtful ignorance, picture it |
The Pict who never picked her deck |
Picking up the pieces of her past and repositioning it |
Listen to my voice as if you’re listening to voices in your head |
And pick a different choice instead |
All that we see and hear and feel is real |
As long as we believe it’s real |
'Til our walls come crumbling down |
Everything is real |
That we see and hear and feel is real |
As long as we believe it’s real |
'Til our walls come crumbling down |
Everything is real |