Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morph Into Any Shape, artist - Dirty Dike. Date of issue: 27.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Morph Into Any Shape |
| Morph into any shape |
| Me and floor separate |
| Torture is everyday |
| Boredom I levitate |
| Pausing and pressing play |
| Snorting to meditate |
| Thought swinging mental case |
| Born into centrestage |
| Poor but I’m getting paid |
| More than your penny wage |
| I let my head engage war on an empty page |
| I bet I generate |
| More than you’ve ever made |
| Talk to my pen and say more than my head can take |
| I’m fucked, sitting in this room with a different view |
| And this is due to the tube I’ve been sniffing through |
| And is it true, if you live like a vampire? |
| Life backfires like a night with a crap flyer |
| Well that’s a risk that I’m willing to take |
| I sit in a state and my face says «give me a break» |
| I dig in my crates of drum’n’bass, missing the days |
| When I lived to play the killers at the biggest of raves |
| But now I’ve hit an age — much as reminiscing is great |
| I refuse to be a victim in this history cage |
| I live in this place and literally think its a game |
| Where continues cost nothing if you’re willing to play |
| So I, smoke skunk so much that my throat’s fucked |
| I show love, go nuts till I’m grown up |
| No love could ever take away the stupid feeling |
| That most chicks are aliens and James is human being |
| Morph into any shape |
| Me and floor separate |
| Torture is everyday |
| Boredom I levitate |
| Pausing and pressing play |
| Snorting to meditate |
| Thought swinging mental case |
| Born into centrestage |
| Poor but I’m getting paid |
| More than your penny wage |
| I let my head engage war on an empty page |
| I bet I generate |
| More than you’ve ever made |
| Talk to my pen and say more than my head can take |
| I walk to my death and cause water to separate |
| Lords of the heavens ain’t sure if I’ll get a place |
| Clawing a weapon as I gawp at the devil’s face |
| Sawing the metal chains, sure that they’ll never break |
| Four letter second-name taught me to get away |
| I crawl into bed and lay snoring the Zeds away |
| Caught nicking lemonade |
| In stores, I was ten or eight |
| But anyway, I’m less a mate more each and every day |
| Saw to the everglades |
| I talk stories and let 'em change forcin' |
| The letters straight scorin' |
| The sentence made more sick than getting AIDS surely |
| me |
| Never mate, I desecrate your beat! |
| Morph into any shape |
| Me and floor separate |
| Torture is everyday |
| Boredom I levitate |
| Pausing and pressing play |
| Snorting to meditate |
| Thought swinging mental case |
| Born into centrestage |
| Poor but I’m getting paid |
| More than your penny wage |
| I let my head engage war on an empty page |
| I bet I generate |
| More than you’ve ever made |
| Talk to my pen and say more than my head can take |