Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1979, artist - Jehst. Album song The Return of the Drifter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.04.2011
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
1979 |
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code |
my feet slipping on this twisted road |
only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance |
no bigger than the sum of his enscriptions |
or the extent of his conviction |
I’ll sip vitamin enriched liquid diction |
and digest fiction for culture, i force fed code the monster |
my head and net connected by a pole |
Try to hold things together like the skins i fold |
take my food for thought with a pinch of salt |
true to form, my sin results in self doubt |
look into my eyes i dont need to spell it out |
you can see it, how i tripped and fell down |
and picked myself up, turned myself round from the cliffs edge |
and staggered home like a misled piss head |
i put up a fight, till my fist bled |
I choke on lead, until my spits red |
when i step outside to get a quick breath of fresh debt |
no theres no air left, and 50\\\\\\\\% of us couldnt care less, i bare flesh |
exposed to the cancerous light like tearing the film, out ya cameras |
im still ravenous, i feel my stomach acid |
keep burning as i work towards another classic |
melt ya plastic chat snatch ya comfort blanet |
in this cold world your naked and un-attractive |
and ya tactics are underhanded |
i hibernate through the winter |
and wait for the summer madness |
Call me the dirty stop out, fetus on the couch |
stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth |
forever drowing my pain in the pleasent sound of whispered words and rainfall |
on little ground |
gaged and bound with no hope of gettin out |
save the secrets and lies, im trying to settle down |
but like the weather now, im unpredictable |
my hates bitter but my loves unconditional |
living in this digital age, these are strange days |
my rage tamed, and freed on the same page |
i make waves, till i wash away the refuge |
god of the sea, these are the eight moons of neptune |
i make moves to refuge, but dont sleep |
i walk the street, with a rose in my teeth |
and a bitter sweet song in my heart |
i take every step, the hard headed dont ever rest |
so till the very end, i wont ever rest |
i serenade my angel with every breath god sends |
in rememerence of lost friends |
whenever my cold tent drops, i know what went on then |
provokes me to focus ahead |
close my eyes and get close to the dead |
Im the ghost that begs to be released from limbo |
between two worlds like the theif at the window |