Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Surface Tension, artist - Deca. Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Song language: English
Surface Tension |
| I was just lounging |
| Staring at the clock, right? |
| I could feel the world turn |
| Burn when it got right |
| Something came over me |
| Through me, splattered on a loose sleeve |
| Profusely, the youth need |
| To follow where the truth leads |
| I’ve walked the wild side with no read |
| With demons pitching pills for dirt cheap |
| Saying, «I've got what you need.» |
| Low down dirty sinful |
| Heavy bankroll |
| Worked every angle |
| Converse with angels |
| They say these are the end days |
| A time of retribution |
| We point to the sky |
| And chart the planet’s movements |
| But can’t measure the cause and effect of thoughts |
| And would rather stargaze the night away |
| And play connect the dots |
| Or watch Asher Roth child on the Magnavox |
| And all your favorite rappers throwing up the rock |
| I’m at a loss |
| It’s not a diss it’s more |
| Dismissive of big business |
| Not in my interest |
| The night I was born |
| The Moon turned to fire red |
| My poor mother cried, «the Gypsy was right» |
| And she fell down, right down baby |
| Yep we’re mislead |
| We don’t get a bad genre for walking the cliff’s edge |
| Either wind up dead or sick in the head |
| Get your mind right |
| Infinite potential but the physical is finite |
| I’ll stick a needle in the all seeing eye |
| Release the most high, that you beasts demonize |
| We all fall and rise |
| Alter our lives |
| And tear down the walls of your large enterprise |
| My mind’s eye’s opening wide |
| Catch a fork-tongued demon by the tail |
| But all joking aside |
| I do not make deals with devils |
| Soul rebel |
| The Moon’s a fiery red |
| It’s raining rose petals |
| And everything’s dreamlike |
| Everything’s changing |
| The fisher of souls will pull a shark out the main stream |
| I’m maintaining |
| I was cool and now I’m staring at the clock and got lost in a daydream |
| (uh huh) x 3 |
| The night I was born |
| The Moon turned to fire red |
| My poor mother cried, «the Gypsy was right» |
| And she fell down, right down baby |
| In the belly of the beast |
| Where police on a centipede |
| Creep in the street |
| Then they reach for their piece and squeeze |
| And then the enemy is gonna sleep |
| When they see an enemy’s in the deep |
| I’m in need of release |
| When the evil feeds on the meek |
| Gotta keep both feet on the ground |
| Speak through the beats that pound |
| Coveting a district, city, and town |
| Hold me down |
| If you don’t hold me down |
| Put these devils in a hole in the ground |
| Unholy ground |
| Take a look around |
| Tell me what the world needs now |
| I was just lounging, I could feel a turn |
| I could feel it breathing deep |
| Universal man, with the world in the palm of your hands |
| Now’s no time to sleep |
| (wake up) |