Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirage, artist - Grits. Date of issue: 02.11.1998
Song language: English
Mirage |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| Nah, girl, chill, it ain’t even like that |
| I know them other brothers front, and know they mode as a fact |
| I used to be like that, a long time ago |
| Sunday-school Mac pushing up on every sister |
| Intact at the choir shows, dripping silk clothes like a pimp |
| With gold chains dangling, Polo scents strangling |
| A wolf in sheep’s clothing, in the mould of crooked preachers |
| Using pick up likes like, «Let me touch ya, and agree with ya» |
| On subject matters in life you found to be your weaknesses |
| In ignorance revealed, I used them as my strength |
| On occasion, in my game, I speak the truth to get closer to you |
| Abusing trust from desires of lust |
| So watch your back sisters, don’t be victims, falling like prey |
| Caught in traps from Jack the Ripper, crosses boundaries you lay |
| Is his display is not the essence, that of Christ in your sight, |
| he may very well be seduction |
| Your destruction in life |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| Nothing’s real anymore; |
| what’s everything fake for? |
| It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take |
| Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes, (mirage) |
| Time for Grits to make the ground quake |
| Falsehoods, deceptions, wool pulled over eyes |
| Sunday morning — dazed and hypnotised by facades and lies |
| Corruption breeding hounds of hell |
| Bounds and spells, disastrous endings |
| You wolf in sheep’s pretending, offending |
| I find your accolades to be gut-wrenching |
| Ripping me inside, into the life-style tribe |
| I’m hitting on the flimsy-handed, limp-wristed |
| Complicating life from simplistic |
| Not lashing out to be sadistic, but my bible totally contradicts your kind of |
| sickness |
| My Lord destroyed whole cities for your type of wickedness |
| You people are getting me stressed with your best-dressed contest |
| Sporting brooches, giving it up like robbed stage-coaches |
| Gaining notoriety, Christian society not fly to me |
| I know what’s going on, opposite of what you try to be |
| People are talking, and what you do reflects on all of us |
| «A hypocritical citadel» is what they’re calling all of us |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| Nothing’s real anymore; |
| what’s everything fake for? |
| It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take |
| Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |
| First you see it, then you don’t, (a mirage) |
| Hoping, when I get up close, it’s a colourful collage |
| Far off it looks real, (a mirage) |
| Candy to the eye disappears |