Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Bottomless, artist - Kill the Vultures. Album song Ecce Beast, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Independent
Song language: English
Rock Bottomless |
It was a real butcher job how they opened up my flesh |
And removed anything that moved in my chest |
At best the surgery was just an educated guess |
Segregated text documented regulated mess |
Classroom watched as they peeled back my stab wounds |
Under Fire light, Spanish moss and a black moon |
A half-hearted-healer sold me patience for a penny |
I was not in the right state to be in this city |
Whoever wrote the chapter on the digital disaster |
Must’ve smoked up something deadly from the dark side of the pasture |
Its captured its cornered don’t feed it or face it forward |
Just keep promising tomorrow while today is last weeks order |
Feel the fakeness slide through you like drive-thru food do you |
Yeah I watched it choke, man, I watched it croak what’s it to you? |
Speak up! |
My ear’s peaked; |
What you got to fear these |
Days are full of gear grease peddlers and low end theories |
Rock, rock on to rock bottomless |
Gangrene metropolis, Mainstream anonymous |
Rock, rock on to rock bottomless |
Empty out your pockets quick and tell me what the problem is |
Rock, rock on to rock bottomless |
Just cuz they talk that shit don’t mean you have to swallow it |
Extra, extra, the headline will cost you extra |
Truth costs even more cheddar; |
arm, leg, et cetera, et cetera |
Next up the rest of the festival of freaks |
Hear Capitol Hill confessions from a vegetable that speaks |
Trade your still-beating heart for a pill-eating mule |
Than thank the academy for forty acres and a pool |
Rise above, look out below when its time to flood |
Don’t try to hide the cuts now that the stars are lining up |
Boy these times are rough! |
Got rich men singing the blues |
In front of sold out stadium concerts full of the billionaires they blew |
Who knew that the day you agreed to eat a quarter- |
It’d rattle like a BB in a tin can and your eyes would roll back out of order |
Stagger; |
fall back; |
fade to black in the corner |
The day you sell the former the darkness will be waiting for ya |
California breathes gold dust as she slips into unconsciousness |
Exhaling fallen idols faster than she finds a god to kiss |
Rock, rock on to rock bottomless |
Gangrene metropolis, Mainstream anonymous |
Rock, rock on to rock bottomless |
Empty out your pockets quick and tell me what the problem is |
Rock, rock on to rock bottomless |
Just cuz they talk that shit don’t mean you have to swallow it |