Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought Vs. Action, 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
Thought Vs. Action |
Shh, Shhh |
Sheer stimulated advantage grown from a bond |
Barely instantaneous, allotted is, precedence left |
A not so subtle rampant founding foster |
(fostered) Fostering… |
The halters engulfed, think lost worth, impulse |
In a cage match with instinct tossed |
Regressive, wretched, stopped, re-read the sketches |
No rocks off for the restless (restless) restless |
Restless whence we broke a- |
Take a cleanly, instruct car, stick and stone nebulous |
One caught from flowering interconnectedness |
Assure it never happen (again) |
In about four seconds the teacher will begin to think |
Wedged in between when he take a swing and when he blink |
Hard as me try, me never be the man |
Cause people keep taking my stand as pacifist that a plan |
The, beyond, any, begin, however, before, it was, or never |
Would’ve, been, occurred, ever, been born again |
(Slug: What’s done is… what’s done is… done is undone) |
Who’s the one that’s gonna die for this? |
(nobody move) |
And who’s the one that’s gonna fry for this? |
(nobody move) |
And who’s the one that’s gonna try to kiss (nobody move) |
Life smack dead on her lips, her apocalypse (nobody ends) |
It’s shot tranquil grey order, out so fast |
Sacred, communicated each individual emotion |
A car sole crashes the is and nothing left |
However traces of hatred found in the fossils and erosion |
He no finish finer that truce |
When the lake get lit fire and the flames hit eye level |
Giving the logic a perfect approve |
I’ll be scorned, torn by swarm inside asking me «Why settle?» |
(He lay down in the tall grass and prepared to wait patiently. Soon the sounds |
of distant sweet music came to his ears. |
He looked up in the direction from |
which they came and saw a small object descending from above. |
At first it |
looked like a mere speck, but as it came down, the music became planer and |
sweeter.) |
Oh how they stifle |
Siphon emotion, eye motion |
I motion, mostly the disembowelment of vowel movement is best measured by how |
many books you burn |
How many scholarly notions |
Cascading through morbid emotions |
Window pane evading |
Chased by fading echoing, decaying masculids |
Master thin candles and incense |
Glasses seeping condescending sentence |
Afterwards, I find no antidote for petty anecdotes |
Swing fist before two lips alone |
No hope for those who ponder, wondering |
Through cells brought forth by useless electrodes and |
Modes of weakness, weakness of the movement erodes |
You well to intake endowing measures |
The pleasures of performing and executing |
Ballads prearranged on ledger form a… |
Catalyst, cataclysm, fallacy, fortitude, medulla |
Menacing, medicine, flushing |
Spiralling unto the shallow depths of thoughtful mess |
Best cast upon the liberated, jaded renaissance man |
Man, I once had an idea but it didn’t get me anywhere |
Read the art of war when I should have been out fighting |
Why is it the mass is unexposed to so-called great thinkers until they die? |
And why do they in fear |
Of the fighters afraid to leave their insides? |
Ah, talking, talking, walking in circles slowly assembling |
A faux pas way of thought, (but all thought is faux pas) |
Good point brought to the table of man or myth imploring |
Bumping up |
Demanding the process of leaping before jumping |
I say take a leap of faith, besides |
Nobody woulda knew the if they |
Didn’t pick up a pen and action and act in |
Got me more than imagining the soul, lies |
Words only count in assholes and elbows |
Pose a moving question for eternal value and mental redemption |
Inducing actions for future thought processes exemption |
I need not thought, for when a father impulses nature |
my hands collect dust |
I recollect a loss of lust |