Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Artillery, artist - Infected Mushroom.
Date of issue: 31.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Artillery |
The three dimensional professional projections of spectral light |
Connected from selection, air-tight |
The isolated, the decisive, victory stimulated |
The non-simulated patterns of flight originated |
Now I’m a carnivore on a tour of duty |
My band of brothers and full metal jackets establish cruelty |
Black magic conjurer attack through the monitor |
Destruction of assumption, one thing I can promise ya' |
It half-cracked with cold shards of glass |
Ritualistic annihilators that murder your cast |
The future of the past, that last that feel |
The seventh seal broken in half, ceremony is real |
Become obsolete, high-strung from a beat |
A strong minded individual delivering defeat |
Blood rivers in the street, keep flowing or retreat |
Deep omens keep opponents speech limited repeat |
(whispered) |
You’re opening the door to the corridor stretching to the left |
There’s hunger in those eyes to get this off my chest |
I am just a man who wants revenge, and I confess |
I am full of rage and sin |
Hung inside this cage again |
When evil reigns 'cuz people like to win |
It may seem sweet, but we won’t like the end |
So we shine brightly from the light within |
(rapped) |
You’re opening the doors to the corridors stretching to the left |
Anger within my eyes, but the truth is on my chest |
I am just a man who wants revenge and I confess |
I am full of rage and sin, locked inside this cage again |
Where evil reigns and people like to win |
It may seem sweet, but we won’t like the end |
So we shine brightly from the light within |
Locked inside this cage again (x4) |
Turn the music up a bit… |
Yo, yo… |
Dark secrets, demons with a conscience |
I’m the Lone Ranger looking for Pocahontas |
Teenage zombies flying the beat, |
I’m dying to learn what I’m trying to be Go Bad News Bears and the Dukes of Hazzard |
The youth of my group is the truth, so have it. |
Keep myself couped up, recoup quickly |
Face still hurts but my kids stick with me Death loved not far as we go, |
Crazy face still not star of the show |
I appreciate the chance to hurt, I’ll kill you |
Ice pick into your neck, I will do anything |
Talk to you like I might care |
anything |
Rippled by the nightmare, moonshine distillery |
Back road to villiany |
Military start at the part with artillery |
With artillery (x14) |
With Ta Ra Ta Ta Ta Ta… |
Locked inside this cage again (x4) |