Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Artificial Death In The West, artist - Death Grips. Album song No Love Deep Web, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Third Worlds
Song language: English
Artificial Death In The West |
Artificial death in the west, east |
Pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
(There was a) artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
I’m barely there, I’m everywhere |
Heavy thin air, Sahara mascara smeared, end of an era |
Tracks on Hera’s peacock thighs, china white skies, ivory of my leper eyes |
Tone of sighs off nylon lips |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
In fishnet wet guise of gimp horizon, slit bled like my wrist, I suck it dry |
like from the tit |
Which nipple’s mine? |
Read the signs, still can’t decide |
(At your own risk) At your own risk |
Don’t touch me bitch! |
(Don't touch me, bitch) |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
Accustomed to these satin glitches, drippin' from my casket’s innards |
Charmer play me out the basket, last image I saw was splintered |
My reflection, I wasn’t in it, in slow motion, I give in |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
Hopeless premonitions |
Tomorrow didn’t come, some say it’s hiding, but they’re the ones who’ve hidden |
Euphoria followed by visions of peasants eating pigeons |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
(There was a) artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
(There was a) artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Where you runnin' now? |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
Hole in this platinum ship of fools, nomadic rule, concept, no rules |
Mobile shrine of this destitute wasteland mute |
Screamin' at me, winkin' at me, like I love it |
Fucking with me… Fuck it! |
My star gate in a vacuum, monitor’s eye view |
This valley is an urn, this valley I’m wadin' through |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
Feel like I’m chasing after me, feel like dead weight in a sea of vaseline |
All that can’t be seen watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Try not to dwell on my cell, my empty shell shedding me |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
Artificial death in the west-east |
Pyramids on deck (die) |
(Where you runnin' now?) |
No matter where I turn (Shut down! Shut down!) |
Everyone’s a runaway (Where you runnin' now?) |
(There was a) artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
(There was a) artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Watching me watching me watch them watch me |
Artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |
Artificial death in the west, east |
(All) pyramids on deck shine |
Wet hair on her neck, breathe |
(G-O-D) She shoot pussy through your chest, you die |