Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living Poets Society, artist - G00SEDate of issue: 12.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Living Poets Society |
| Rejection! |
| Invisible indescribable idiots who victim ridicule vicals of victory into |
| spitting syllables spitting in your system of venereal infections criminal |
| elections |
| Subliminal messages hidden and riddled inscriptions scribbled with scissors |
| into written to submissable as invisible to visual sections |
| Deceptions |
| Of religious venomous liberal individuals into residuals and living off |
| collections |
| Detections |
| It’s sinister unoriginal menace is the minister in finger fist the fifth |
| connections |
| Corrections |
| I’m liberating when I’m liquidating with my lyrics debating with a list relating |
| Aspirating man I’m spitting flesh I seek reflections from my suicidal scene no |
| fifth deflection |
| Sit in this directions and walk the runway up the fictions |
| Advance know we greet see this sections and see for protection |
| It’s the dead poet society |
| But we still alive living off variety |
| Well young hopefuls we know no notoriety |
| Punch drunk love have a plugin to sobriety |
| It’s the dead poet society |
| But we still alive living off variety |
| Well young hopefuls we know no notoriety |
| Punch drunk love have a plugin to sobriety |
| From the heart the things we like to listen to |
| In the morning man I need that bareness to move |
| With the melody my memory sits in tune |
| With a different one for each mood that I can pick and choose |
| Floating away and finding out what is the truth |
| Analysing people when you sitting with them in the room |
| Can you trust in them yet? |
| Everybody lusts for success the whole team are shuffled some are cut from the |
| deck |
| Would you pick your friends up and move along? |
| Yeah you hate how it feels when the do you wrong |
| Best beat, moving on if you in a situation |
| Draining all your energy that’s not where you belong |
| I was thinking bout myself and that threw me off |
| And now I’m tryna think about the roots a lot |
| And not just the flowers that are blooming |
| While they waste away take away the confusion |
| You know? |
| It’s the dead poet society |
| But we still alive living off variety |
| Well young hopefuls we know no notoriety |
| Punch drunk love have a plugin to sobriety |
| It’s the dead poet society |
| But we still alive living off variety |
| Well young hopefuls we know no notoriety |
| Punch drunk love have a plugin to sobriety |