Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alien, artist - Evil Ed
Date of issue: 31.08.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alien |
I exist in a state of consistant transition |
plans shifting, with insuffitient ambition |
man listen, this is my advice |
die or fight, get caged in or take flight |
on the page inside the margin i make light |
appear in the form of the words i write |
its all solar, from the lows to highs |
but your blinded by the wool pulled over ya eyes |
by over-sized flies, that feed off waste |
take the icing on the cake, and leave without trace |
the man without a face i stay anonymous |
the way we livin day to day stays monotonous |
like ya bland sound |
but with the weight of the world on top of us we still stand ground |
and brake down, your fasination with the fabrication of the truth |
make use of your imagination |
in the pursuit of expression |
not as a disguise to, hide behind when undressing |
ya bredrin, i reckon, the question is this |
to be or not to be — a simple lesson in risk |
imparting this text, is my only life after death |
im left gasping for breath |
asking for less tention and stress, about to suffocate |
it feels like i need devine intovention to resusitate me lately |
its like frustration has taken its hold |
restraining me from breaking the mold |
or making the most of my creative control |
times taking its toll, im elevating my soul by |
taking the old to the new like nice and smooth |
my voice high likes to groove |
the break sets the move, i express my attitude |
towards my foes and those who show no gratitude |
you cant calulate my longitude or latitude, |
navigate my catacombe, or reach my altitude |
im too high, far too fly to stay stationary |
basically i keep it constructive, like masonary |
blantenly disruptive, and its disgracefully corruptive |
system plagued with injustice |
but this is purity, you cant touch this |
its much more to me, than just fuck-ish |
but i cant let that discourage, |
i salvage anything of value from the rubbish and repair |
i wont be driven into submission or dispair |
i prepare for war i heard the rhythem of the snare (right there) |