Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone, artist - Mr. J. Medeiros. Album song Milk and Eggs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.01.2016
Record label: Mr. J. Medeiros
Song language: English
Gone |
| Holding my arms folded molded in bronze |
| Rodin this golden era with a song |
| Long gone from it’s formative norms sits the dawn in it’s fawn |
| Calling a warning that we mourn for the born |
| Cause of alarm ain’t because of these arms here |
| Because of these arm chairs the comfort that I fear |
| Could come for my son |
| What’s our competence done |
| It compliments none our confidence won |
| They blaming they like its coming from some |
| Common denom confidant we the sum of the one |
| Summit to come ain’t a summer with sun |
| Ain’t a number of funds to escape this |
| Faceless tasteless the invisible and weightless |
| Wrath of ideas that are divisible by nature shape us |
| Don’t ask where the cape was |
| Just ask where that cape canaveral can take us |
| And they gone |
| The future came in disproportions |
| On a shaky circuit heard the verdict they’ve been deserted |
| Braving the surface gazing from Hayden |
| Waving from Earth is our daily service |
| Worst is a coming |
| Earth is succumbing numb to the purpose of our becoming great |
| Subservient state awaits its Permian fate mayday hurry escape |
| The bile projected the piles of wreckage |
| Is a message to every child at seven miles a second |
| Is how they left it, decrepit |
| Exiled rejected x’d out reflected on the red Nile |
| The dead smiles of skeptics kept it’s vow to protect it’s plutonium Newtonian |
| perspective |
| Showing theres no new home for men accept it |
| The smog is brimming our star is dimming |
| Showing nothing but the far faint shard of living |
| And they gone |
| The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right |
| The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight |
| The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right |
| The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight |
| Say I have no right to fly my kite |
| Say I have no right to shine my light |
| So I bind those two to fly by night |
| And I kill my days to do so |
| We got our home pillaged by the killers on thrones |
| Who fought villagers |
| Drones who sought privilege on the littlest stone |
| Prideful death left to sift through it’s bones |
| While we still in the smoke filled biosphere quilting this dome |
| Filthy rich turned to filthy alone |
| Only left to atone for the fire here |
| Die or find a pioneer |
| Hoping one is breathing |
| Cus breathing is the only thing admired here |
| And they gone |
| The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right |
| The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight |
| The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right |
| The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight |
| Say I have no right to fly my kite |
| Say I have no right to shine my light |
| So I bind those two and fly by night |
| And I kill my days to do so |