Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mad Scientist, artist - Deadlights. Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Song language: English
The Mad Scientist |
| I don’t get the logic |
| If there’s any at all |
| So much proof on one side |
| Yet the battle lingers on |
| For crying out loud |
| We needed it then |
| Now the reign has ended |
| (Overstayed your welcome, don’t stay another second) |
| Shoot the gift horse in the mouth |
| Bring the blackout |
| Oh, gas without a spark |
| It won’t be long ‘til it starts to ignite |
| Secrets far and wide |
| Will burst into flames right in front of our eyes |
| Oh, Is my soul safe |
| Or did I sell it to the wrong side of the fence? |
| Did they say what they meant? |
| It makes no sense |
| The center of the universe |
| Waiting to intervene |
| Hopeful thoughts with mixed intentions |
| Hunting the naïve |
| It’s a rusted cog and chain response |
| Slowing down the truth |
| I have busted free from there and now |
| I beg you to follow suit |
| Young shame makes old wisdom |
| May explain why I’m so dumbfounded |
| By your decisions & progression is so slow |
| (We needed it then, devoted.) |
| Oh, gas without a spark |
| It won’t be long ‘til it starts to ignite |
| Secrets far and wide |
| Will burst into flames right in front of our eyes |
| Oh, Is my soul safe |
| Or did I sell it to the wrong side of the fence? |
| Did they say what they meant? |
| It makes no sense |
| There’s so much tension in the room |
| It’s boiling up my blood |
| The spirits start to loom |
| I can hear my heart thud |
| I saw a light shine through the awning |
| & With a crooked tune |
| They told me to stop calling |
| & It’s ruined my mood |
| I don’t feel a thing |
| Except the skull in which brain spins |
| & Then I howled at the moon |
| But I think I spoke too soon |
| I spoke too soon |
| If I killed myself today |
| Would my death be a sin? |
| Words with the sole purpose of |
| Attracting flies to a bin |
| Even if I found out I had only seconds left |
| My last breathe of air wouldn’t be wasted on a prayer |
| Shoot the gift horse in the mouth |
| Bring the blackout |