Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Movement, artist - Deca.
Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Song language: English
Movement |
It would start out into a fairly basic song and then |
Uh, the music would settle into a kind of hypnotic of |
River of sound which, uhm, would leave me free to kind of |
Make up anything that came into my head at the time |
I use a touch of this, use a dab of that |
Spice it up a bit, infuse it with the flavor that it lacked |
All the violence and ratchet-slaying, you can have it back (Bang) |
Blew up in your face now your leaving on the last train |
They 50-cented the kids and left them short changed |
To eat they got to take to the streets and play war games |
They say nothing’s set in stone or preordained |
But some bullets have names when they rip through your friend |
Let’s kill the drama with belladonna and hemlock |
Sound boy, kill the noise, 'till you can hear a pen drop |
Memnoch devils assemble beneath the full moon |
And slow dance the night away until the first light of day |
When the sun rise' we come together like a Beatles chorus |
Darkness retreats when he sees the light creeping towards it |
We’re killing time, time’s killing us |
Years pass like days but you’re feeling the rush |
It’s all one |
Everything moves to the rhythm |
Late night, she get’s right, and moves to the rhythm |
Find what you’re looking for, lose inhibition |
The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one |
One, One |
Move to the rhythm |
At night I slide inside my love and move to the rhythm |
Throw caution in the wind, lose inhibition |
The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one |
Tune in, Drop out, underground economics |
Drop in, tune out, work for legal profit |
The clock ticks, time moves fast and slows down |
And the city shifts from a metropolis to a ghost town |
Stay in formation, march towards the iron maiden |
Off with their heads, spilling plasma for libations |
We shoot this shit like nothing’s sacred |
Just another day shift out scraping for chips |
If you give a rabid dog a bone, he’ll pick it clean |
Give an old dog a hit or two of dimethyltriptamine |
He’ll realise that he’s living a dream |
And learn new tricks to exist within the machine |
See as sun sets, clouds part ways like people do |
But I could spend every waking hour counting sheep with you |
We’re killing time, time’s killing us |
Years pass like days but you’re feeling the rush |
It’s all one |
Everything moves to the rhythm |
Late night, she get’s right, and moves to the rhythm |
Find what you’re looking for, lose inhibition |
The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one |
One, One |
Move to the rhythm |
At night I slide into my love and move to the rhythm |
Throw caution in the wind, lose inhibition |
The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one |
(one, one, one) |