Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song anatomy 1:3, artist - King 810. Album song Memoirs Of A Murderer, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 14.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
anatomy 1:3 |
A few men have had to die for that line right there |
Me, I just have to live with it |
Cause I’ve seen a few dead and a few killed |
And I’ve spent my life trying to forget it |
I let no substance free me from reality |
I sit alone with your ghost and your memory |
And I face it |
And I take it |
And it takes me to that place where pain lives |
And it takes me to numbness and indiffernce |
Gets to the point where I can’t identify faces |
But I see scales like a snake of every color imaginable |
Ram horns, cat eyes and it’s mouth is a blackhole |
And I see white and gold hues and indescribable glow |
Angelwings on strange beings |
And they don’t walk, they float |
Saint Peter hold the gate for me |
I’ve talked to God and I pray it ain’t too late for me |
But times have been hard I had to use that gun you gave to me |
My eyes are blurry and I just wanna know who’s taking me |
(Who's taking me) Saint Peter Ladidadida |
Eyes wide open I see beings like Set and Ra |
And I’m travelling on planes most will never go |
Inside the Gisa Pyramid before I come back home |
And to my body and I look around when I’m alone |
Still got my gun on and I go out and I’m hunting’em |
My cousin’s killer and altough I am a peaceful man |
My aunt’s unhappy there’s only one way I can deal with that |
Kill’em all body for body leaves the world empty |
I’m alright with that |
I have more loved ones in hell than where I’m at |
So keep poking at me |
My fire will only grow and I will turn this fucking earth into a blackhole |
But you should know |
The weight of a body’s more than a couple hundred pounds |
And you carry that weight with you til you go in the ground |
I feel like it’s dragging me down so I get stronger |
There’s no animal on earth with the same hunger |
They wanna look at my plate to see what I’m eating |
That’s the catch |
I haven’t eaten, I’m starving |
So start retreating |
They wanna see me on a stretcher |
Father forgive them for they don’t know better |
But I’ve been doing this forever |
And they’re all trying to make hits and trying to grow bigger |
While I’m in trenches with the killers and my skin’s getting thicker |
Know the day you go against me is the day you meet God |
Cocksuckers still think it’s a facade |
Bow your heads and close your eyes |
Maybe we’ll be friends on the other side |
Or you can find a place in hell to hide |
Cause I’m gonna die |
Where I was born |
So just bury me on the northend |
So I can sleep with that gunfire |
That soothing conversation |
And when it’s my turn to sit down |
I’ll sit down til I’m done |
And when it’s my turn to lay down |
Well boys it’s been fun |
As bad as I’ve been |
Is as good as I can be |
Say that an play my songs when you go to bury me |
Until then it’s orchestras played by AK-47s |
And it’s get right with God you’re going to heaven |
The devil don’t want anyone who fucked with me in his presence |
And when you play these words you can feel my essence in the room with you |
right now |
And I bet you’re wondering how? |
It’s the motherfucking Boogeyman |
I possess gifts that weren’t meant for humans and words can not describe them |
And I can not describe her |
You’ve gotta numb every nerve to feel how I feel |
You’ve gotta kill your own kind and steal from the blind |
And be willing to do anything if you land in a bind with no bond |
And you just sit and have to do the time |
Doing life locked in my mind |
Take a number and come suffer |
I haven’t sat with my mother in the better parts of a decade |
How cold you think that makes a motherfucker? |
Sometimes when the wind blows I wish I could climb inside it |
And let it take me where it will and just close my eyes and ride it |
And ask for it to drop me in the ocean |
And I’ll sink so I can be around things that don’t think |
Hey son |
Sorry I’m calling so late… |
Hey I was thinking of y’all making these songs all about killing |
And you know what I’ve always thaught you |
About keeping things in the existance (?) |
(Can't make out words…) |
… All of you daily |
…I'm just gonna leave you with… |
(Can't make out words…) |
I love you |