Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Man, artist - K Rino. Album song 80 Minute Eternity, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Last Man |
When we feel like… |
We don’t need nobody… |
Think about everybody… |
Or if you was the only somebody… |
Let’s go |
This morning I woke up out of a coma, G |
Noticing something wrong about the familiar zone known to be home to me |
No one was around, a scene prone to be |
The silence that was roaming around me like an omen was spread globally |
Was unknowingly thrown in the lonely sea |
The phone I own no longer possessed the dial tone, it’s gone totally |
No need for compromise or diplomacy |
‘Cause at that moment the reality became shown that it was only me |
Time clock erasing, I’m stressed by this observation |
Depressed wondering where was the rest of the population |
Loss of sanity becomes a debatable connotation |
With nobody at all available for conversation |
I’m chasing the explanation. |
Where’s my daddy? |
Where’s my mom? |
Did the entire planet succumb to a nuclear bomb? |
Leaving everyone who ever stood on the terrain slain? |
And if the end actually came, how was I able to remain? |
How much longer can I manage |
Being the last man on the planet? |
I don’t think that I can stand it |
Being the last person on the planet |
The seconds become minutes and hours |
No intelligent lifeforms around, so now I’m speaking to the flowers |
While tryna keep my thinking imperial |
Even reading is impossible without any literary material |
I feed on what the planet provides me |
From being internally satisfied, ties of solitude deprive me |
Without knowledge to guide me, I’d be |
Probably suicidal from the silence and loneliness that’s inside me |
Five days pass without the slightest of changes |
This condition the same as I wander around aimless |
Hanging by a thread of my saneness, try not to let go |
I scream but the response I receive is my own echo |
Now it’s two weeks and because of it |
I start to miss the voices of people I used to argue with |
I’m on the precipice, please somebody make a sound |
While in a pool of tears I drown, I pound the ground, I’m breaking down |
Psychological misdirection triggered by disaffection |
The effects of missing that universal human connection |
Diminished family recollections |
I resurrect their memories through mimicry, mastering voice inflections |
As the days pass my mental impediments amass |
Being the last made me aware of the irrelevance of cash |
And mass technology, internet, phone, TV dependence |
All that mattered now was me knowing I’ll never have descendants |
'Coz me living as a singular entity without women presented me |
With my own reproduction impossibility |
I might just take my self out willingly, cause that would be more fulfilling |
Than dying from this loneliness that’s killing me |
Hallucinations, anger, no animals are strangers |
After one month of the same nothing, I came to with a chamber |
Wearing a life simulation helmet, it was just an experiment |
To see if man could live alone and I failed it |