Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Werewolf Hologram, artist - Ecid. Album song Werewolf Hologram, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.02.2012
Record label: Fill In the Breaks
Song language: English
Werewolf Hologram |
Fuck The vanity I’m cashing in my sanity tokens |
Love is battery acid now your face is really smokin |
What a pretty moment, yeah the portals open |
Let’s dive inside and pass out drunk in a frozen ocean |
Every astronaut needs his dancing mascot it’s blast off |
And there ain’t enough gas to get back doc |
Full moon at high noon Black jack stand off |
Bombs away bottoms up tops off after shock |
This is not another big footing sighting |
This is your brain on the drugs when the drugs are lightning |
Hold tight to the bright lights- oh how enlightening |
Fight or flight high jack your life it’s more exciting |
We all want so much more than we’ll have |
Or need it never lasts at least one day you’ll have an epitaph |
For the right stack oh what a gas |
Nothings set in stone just sell sell sell and sell it fast |
(Hook) |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Werewolf holograms blinded by the fall of man |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Afraid of ourselves and a world we’ll never understand |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Werewolf holograms blinded by the fall of man |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Afraid of ourselves and a world we’ll never understand |
Got a lot on mind that I can’t say to strangers |
Think I’m losing my mind in love with touching danger |
Dancing with the devil treating friends like strangers |
Angel on angel violence we need a savior |
People come people go it’s all so novican |
I don’t know my brain let alone my motor skills |
Your my Mona Lisa the feelings on over kill |
Call it what you wanna call it maybe I’m over the hill |
Doomed to do what humans do cuz we don’t know what to do |
Stuck on mute unplugged unimpressed with everything that isn’t you |
Yup I’m screwed up too that news is nothing new |
Prepared to shoot for my favorite pair of shoes |
Paralyzed from the dick up without a parachute |
There’s no room for hiccups when your scared of the truth |
Jumping through burning hula hoops to regroup the troops |
Let’s dance the night away and wake to a game of who’s who |
(Hook) |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Werewolf holograms blinded by the fall of man |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Afraid of ourselves and a world we’ll never understand |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Werewolf holograms blinded by the fall of man |
Were all, were all, were all, were all, were all |
Afraid of ourselves and a world we’ll never understand |