
Date of issue: 25.06.1999
Record label: Goodwithmoney
Song language: English
Where The Wild Things Are |
And furniture comes warm, out to greet me, look |
Showing with pride, daze, dust |
And imaginary hug on non-conscious brush |
Things are better now |
I adore these, walls as they reveal, supple roots |
And vibrant flooring, he’s home |
Seems to penetrate very fabric of the roof above me As panels seal (ceiling) seal (ceiling) peels |
Back the sky so beautiful with knife |
Famous purple clouds and mid-light |
Ash black sweeps the character away |
A truly awesome, sight |
Outside, makes room and weep for it The amazing thing is with secrets unfolding |
Abound, on ground I can only see the light |
And thus the moon burns and it tolerates magicals got some inspring |
To be or not, join the miraculous now transpiring |
That is the, who’s flame is it for me to not feed |
So my relief becomes my gallion and my poon becomes my bloom |
This place has always been an ocean, always been a song |
I got a liter of Knob Creek &bottle of Ether |
Got the second Mobb Deep creeping out of the speakers |
Would prefer to sit home and drink 'cause it’s cheaper |
Why you trying to hide the eggs girl, you think that it’s Easter? |
Got time to kill, got kills to time |
Prescription filled, I got pills to climb |
Got the firearm ready to rob convenience stores |
Got charm baby gonna recruit a team of whores |
Got hopes and dreams of no in betweens |
(Sole chanting) |
I’ve got hopes and dreams of no in betweens |
Good swing keep losing the fall in the green |
Good thing most my friends live inside my head |
'Cause now I’m never alone, when I lie in bed |
Got truth can’t recall where I put it Maybe someone took it, mistook it for value and thought they wanted it Gone with the wind and the rain all that remains is a subtle taste of sin |
laced with grins and astonishment |
Don’t believe in monsters… I know 'em |
Because they dwell in my heart and raise hell in my emotions |
If there ever was a reason to live it’d be to die |
Now hold still let me wipe the fear out of your eye |
Darkness envelopes me, directly after eclipse |
It couldn’t a mind know, of my lower instincts begin to kick |
At nothing, origin represents under my sleeping quarters |
Not a noise is being made, but yet I sense that there’s no order |
Directly beneath my being I’m seeing, nothing but I can squint |
But there’s commotion taking place I should check, but I don’t give |
Worked up the courage, after much debating |
I proceeded to slowly creep in a reverse vertical |
Because I felt I needed, to make the confirmation |
Pulled out my coffin, saw a nation of creatures |
in different forms I couldn’t fight this sensation |
They had their re-appearances in their own separate ways |
But all had the same familiar faces I’ve been staring at for days |
That goes the cause here to hear him scratching |
Calling me names, calling me out my name |
Attractive not wallpaper, my wallpaper is turned to a piss yellow tint |
The post is a prank, all the faces are gone |
The bodies are dancing, taunting me in spirit |
The sounds are everything, but I can hear sarcasm in the lyrics |
All the pics in my frames been replaced mirror, glass and slate |
Some of 'em are see-through reflect on the ceiling but can’t relate |
And after all this time, my roses that I’ve stepped on My chattered tores are now weapons of mass destruction |
Talked and feel the oxygen of opposite in the combines of a quilt comforter |
It’s safe and pretty |
Thunder cockroaches are jabbing me with toothpicks |
I tried to scream but I’m left, voiceless and toothless |
Virtually useless and it’s messed with my head |
Thousand chatter tensions bench around the singing fire |
for the stupidest things I’ve ever said |
Gnawing at my flesh, collecting underneath my bed |
Intercepting to form a hawking mess |
A mammoth in a sense, jacking like an attitude |
Weaving me in a web, leaving me for dead |
Believe in me, could bet the joy of life |
To where I belong, to where I belong |
And exist like this forever, why do they never turn the light on? |
And why do they always leave the night on? |
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