Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Factory, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Album song By The Throat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Factory |
The stars in your eyes are almost blinding. |
I know I should look away I’m honestly trying |
I act like I’m here, It’s really hard to care |
For there’s a thin line between your with and your whining |
I’m just a shadow in your shining, I look forward to putting it all behind me |
Kneel before your ego, it’s funny how some people |
Have a way of making the milky-way look tiny |
Somewhere between the drama and the dry heave |
Collapse on command using gravity to guide me |
You’re so hip-hop |
You’re so punk rock |
You’re so so so so cliche |
You look the same to me. |
Uncomfortable in your skin |
Colorless eyes and no mouth. |
I’m never interested. |
I plot my recovery |
And sleep in the mold of your milk |
You look the same to me. |
Uncomfortable in your skin. |
Colorless eyes and no mouth. |
Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong |
Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong |
You got the credit for my kill |
The stars look like eyes. |
Judging as they gaze upon |
The long face you wear when it’s your right to say they’re wrong |
You put no one above you. |
But they can tell you’re troubled |
As you pick up your things and sleep alone when the day is done |
You used to get in fights for fun |
It’s your way of getting close to someone when you don’t know how to love |
I feel sorry for you. |
Even though your fans adore you |
The more you try to wiggle your way loose, the more you get stuck |
You’re so sex |
You’re so drugs |
You’re so rock and roll |
You’re so in the moment |
You’re so self centered |
You’re so sad, cause you’re so so so so cliche |
You look the same to me. |
Uncomfortable in your skin |
Colorless eyes and no mouth. |
I’m never interested. |
I plot my recovery |
And sleep in the mold of your milk |
You look the same to me. |
Uncomfortable in your skin |
Colorless eyes and no mouth |
Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong |
Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong |
You got the credit for my kill |