Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Delilah , by - Deca. Release date: 23.10.2017
Song language: English
Delilah |
| Hey, look here |
| I’m here |
| (Ah) |
| Draw from the past, dog chase cat |
| Delilah moaned and dug her claws in my back |
| From laws that entrap to laws that attract the straw that snapped the camel |
| spine’s cause to react |
| You had your way before you threw me to the curb |
| Chastised and whipped me like a true Venus in Furs |
| I brought the whole house down, cracked both pillars |
| Packed to the gills, no frills, no filler |
| Tactless, act passive, bat lashes |
| It’s rainin' ashes, cats and mastiffs |
| I catch fish with net, pass piss test, collect cash wip old pathfinder with |
| holes in the head gasket |
| Pills for the hippie with the Sandoz dripping |
| From his pores where it pools on the floor in the kitchen |
| We shed all inhibition, knock a screw loose |
| And mob through the streets like the wild tchoupitoulas |
| (In your kind) |
| Companionship I could sleep |
| (Forever) |
| And if I had a world of excess to distract me |
| (I would gladly) |
| I thought twice then declined when you asked me |
| (Join my journey) |
| Confronted by past deeds I follow where the path leads |
| (When I lay me down to sleep) |
| Strange things stock the depths with the white whale and lochness to face off |
| with heroes that the gods test |
| A lot to process act more talk less |
| Never treat queens like playthings and objects |
| We’re all cogs in the church of progress |
| Scientists looking for something to dissect |
| We’re gluttons with an appetite for destruction |
| That drink the devil’s nectar and dine on god’s flesh |
| I met Delilah in a pitfall I fell into |
| She turned my high clydesdale into Elmer’s glue |
| Held me paralyzed, said I put a spell on you |
| I’ll take and take until there’s nothing left but a shell of you |
| (I'm here) |
| The anima’s shadow is Babylon |
| A stop along the way for the travelling vagabond |
| Late night I hear her voice echo through the street |
| Counting sheep chasing inner peace desperate for release |
| (In your kind) |
| Companionship I could sleep |
| (For ever) |
| And if I had a world of excess to distract me |
| (I would gladly) |
| I thought twice then declined when you asked me |
| (Join my journey) |
| Confronted by past deeds I follow where the path leads |
| (When I lay me down to sleep) |
| When the soul identifies with maya, it forgets. |
| Thus the soul is temporarily in |
| darkness. |
| It is diluted and it dreams the mortal dream becoming increasingly |
| involved and confused, the soul remains bound up with the world. |
| The intuitive faculty becomes suppressed and the perception of truth is |
| blotted out |