Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold My Hands, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song Sucking on Prawns in the Moonlight, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Hold My Hands |
The sparsely individual, a Dalek in this way of life |
Thinly slice the garlic up and pardon while I make you cry |
Half of what you make is life, the other halfs a blatant lie |
Naked lying cradling the statements that you hate and hide |
I’ll celebrate and die, and wear a smile from cheek to cheek for you |
Treat you all as equals through the speakers when I speak to you |
Popping up sporadically, and each release is peekaboo |
I misconstrued the truth a bit before but now I’m neatly tuned |
Almost every demon in my psyche’s feeling clean removed |
We hoovered up the bits together, thank you and I mean it too |
Thank you for the deep reviews, and time you spent inside my head |
And thanks for putting up with every self-obsessesive title set |
I show love and vow to, so fucked without you |
Me without your ears is like an old drunk without booze |
Weeping out the years we hold hands and chase the bugs away |
Forever in a state of mass confusion every fucking day |
Hold my hands, stare into my eyes and talk |
Don’t be scared or frightened if you’re unprepared to ride to war |
Everybody hides their thoughts, close your eyes, try ignore |
Pissed as fuck or sober I got time for what you’re fighting for |
Let me stain your mind some more, everyday’s a silent war |
Penetrate the weapons line and elevate to find your core |
And maybe we could reach a peak together in a cloud of hate |
And shake away the powder I’m addicted to around my face |
I magnify the cracks in an attempt to smooth them out with you |
There ain’t a single thing apart from that that I’ve been out to prove |
Except the fact that all I need is love in some amount from you |
I’m sorry, mad apologies for when I run my mouth at you |
I guess I’m tryna teach a bunch of strangers not to talk shit |
And think about the powers we’d possess if we could all switch |
I drink a lot, I guess the balance in my life is wrong |
But why the fuck you gonna buy an album off a viceless nob? |
We need problems, need blemishes and scars |
Need wrong’uns, need venom in our negative remarks |
You’re all beautifully crafted, in an emptiness we grasp |
And I thank you forever from the centre of my heart, from |
Me to you, for new street to Pete and Lou |
For Chris, Liz to Neil to Louise, I’m here to speak |
For my parkside, day one family I still have |
Started as a bunch of little scallywags and built that |
Hold my hands, stare into my eyes and talk |
Don’t be scared or frightened if you’re unprepared to ride to war |
Everybody hides their thoughts, close your eyes, try ignore |
Pissed as fuck or sober I got time for what you’re fighting for |
Let me stain your mind some more, everyday’s a silent war |
Penetrate the weapons line and elevate to find your core |
And maybe we could reach a peak together in a cloud of hate |
And shake away the powder I’m addicted to around my face |