Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavy Ceiling, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song The Taste of Rain... Why Kneel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.1999
Record label: Goodwithmoney
Song language: English
Heavy Ceiling |
Where those two walls and that ceiling meet |
Where you’ll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities |
The trilogy of growth, I’m at the second level |
Where every word is special and I’m lost inside the echos |
So when it settles I touch that third stage |
I shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage |
Earthquake signifies an active foundation |
Its got the posture aching keeps my head out of these constellations |
From this high I may identify the obstacles |
When I get this high my head becomes a hospital |
Voices bitching and bickering, complaining that they sick and injured |
Bleeding and hungry (give me my tourniquets) |
Feed 'em nourishment and included |
With a diluted juice and bruised fruits I distributed |
Who knew they wounds would heal so quick |
Who knew the passion would become fashion |
And get them fastened onto the dick (shhh) |
Might as well have let them penetrate |
The view from here has shook me |
Looking at rookies that try to emulate |
Take the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather |
Only after will I climb to the rafters without my ladder |
(Sole) |
Stability, overseer, stand over, ability |
Hover, provide contraceptive in meteor showers |
The sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, seas freeze |
Seize my support structure you stammer |
I may shake up, provide shade upon your living mass |
Granted 'em granite with a limestone trim |
So your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim |
Sheep stop bellowing hug your teddy bears |
And stand towards the light in my center |
Cynical minds mind your master |
It’s only a shame to live off slide landing on your backside |
Who needs to walk? |
You lame men spend all of your time inside |
I see it all |
I saw it all |
I encase it all |
And with all my power they should have built more columns for me |
The ball still rolling |
There’s only two pins left brother |
With above or upon, I promise to always provide some cover |
Quit breathing so much |
This ain’t comfortable for me |
But I was more affordable than the ones they built in the early 90s |
Oh my, look at those memories, listen to them complain |
Some bitch about champagne |
Others talk about how they should have took the train |
Regardless of your stature, status or economical bubble |
I’m still on top of your world even if it’s a pile of rubble |
Dripping through (Dose One) |
Dripping through (Slug) |
Walking On (Dose One) |
Walking On (Slug) |
Hanging From (Dose One) |
Hanging From (Slug) |
Peeling Off (Dose One) |
Peeling Off (Slug) |
(Dose One) |
What in the name of human built these ceilings? |
How industrious it must have been |
Awful continuous to span those reaches and rings |
Not a wall empty space, only between |
No corner, ceiling, the lid perceived on a system of physical laws |
How high, height being among the first three |
You can’t touch it goes on to stretch an unexplainable |
Linear roof of instance |
To relative for shelter |
Its protection purposes our challenge to existence |
Hold, will it hold? |
And for how long? |
With such holes tearing into nowhere |
Justifies nothing we define |
Or travel as fast as to distinct |
To make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits |
Our reference comprises are synchronistic |
Tock, tick tock, thank it for your fears |
And lows know if it starts or stops |
Tick tock, rest beneath the safety |
It can only prop |
It’s not sturdy |
Old weep, the honorable made of tick tick tock |
It’s above with under, in, structure and stronger than our nails, words |
Ages, beams, any watch |
Tick, tick, tick, tock, tock, tock, tock |
(Alias) |
I’ve experienced been a witness to many happenings up to this point |
Life and death have passed my eyes on both occasions they anoint |
In the beginning I looked down and I witnessed birth |
But confined to my position I never realized what it was worth |
I never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces |
Never realized what true love |
What sometimes no love at all produces |
Never realized what I was going to see in my adventures of now |
But realized I was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehow |
I didn’t pay much attention to the positive aspects of things |
Only victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings |
They say they’re on their way out as they pass through me |
Hoping each time they could take me with them so I could see |
A different aspect of the world perhaps above the buildings |
But letdown every time they told me |
That they were not willing to take some extra baggage |
As they chillingly referred to I |
Perhaps I’ll never leave this place |
So now all I do is sigh and think who was I? |
But I was so misled |
That I only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red |
Now I look back and I feel that I was cheated with precision |
The different aspect that I had longed for was so clearly in my vision |
Got sick and tired of negativity and I was due for a change |
But never figured out that I needed not to rearrange |
It was all before me and I could have seen life as well |
Now my one-track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell |