Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Call Us by Our Names , by - Malaki. Release date: 20.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Call Us by Our Names |
| I wanna go back when people had a Walkman |
| I wanna go back to when people still talk man |
| I wanna go back to when funny was Charlie chaplain |
| But I guess I can’t man |
| But I guess I can’t man |
| 'Cause that’s life |
| Progression at its finest |
| But then why are human minds |
| Regression, lack of kindness |
| Obsession to a screen no smile you cannot find this |
| Time when society was at its highest |
| Now I’m busy checking times |
| 'Till it’s fucking timeless |
| Full time shifts to the dark I don’t abide this |
| Start a revolution from your bed call me your highness |
| Now additions to your life through what they said end up a minus |
| So start afresh |
| Clean your head and clean your sinus |
| 'Cause you never know your last |
| 'Till you’re dead and close your eyelids |
| No you never know your last till you’re |
| Dear diary I know it’s been a while |
| But the whiles been longer since I’ve seen a brother smile |
| The worlds love seems in denial |
| When all it takes is a push of a dial |
| See we’re oppressed to a number and tested on a file |
| You never know you could be the best Tom or Kyle |
| But I guess you’ll have to wait till change comes through trial |
| And error |
| But for now we see death we see terror |
| We see scratched faces through cracked mirrors |
| And we still think we’re seeing clearer |
| Murder a man over a dispute ain’t that a killer |
| I see fields and meadows in a time of bliss |
| But how you can achieve this with no time for shit |
| Work for money and money for the work |
| 'Till you find yourself abiding to this systematic murk |
| Is that it? |
| Grow old, foretold by the man before you |
| Dance on the grave forgotten we can’t afford to |
| Take a trance in your brain for the night to make it through |
| But only lasts so long yes I thought you knew |
| Dear diary it’s me again, your old friend |
| The one who complained and explained the inevitable end |
| So I ask will this shit change |
| Or will I just keep writing till I see no rain |
| No pills for pain |
| No kill for rage |
| No thrill for age |
| Till I turn that page |
| Till I turn that page |
| Till I turn that page |
| Till I turn that page |