Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aswang, artist - NAKDate of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Aswang |
| Now I’m caught, no slack in chain |
| Barred and trapped in my cage |
| Up all night, and sleeping all day |
| Sow that wind and reaping that rain |
| Plan to escape: and sharpen my stake |
| One good stab to darken my brain |
| One last shot so pardon my blade |
| It’s carved in my vein, no heart so I |
| Gave her the reins a ventriloquist motion |
| Pulling «the bit» as I give her devotion |
| Stoically ripping me open |
| Look on her face got no hint of emotion |
| Look at this body: you mock me |
| All of my mind and my heart will just stop me |
| Single thought really all it takes to |
| be a hard copy of an autopsy now I’m: |
| Sitting here with every single light source on me |
| White like ghost, but the mind look coffee |
| Sitting here with every single light source on me |
| White like ghost, but the bite’s more zombie |
| Scared of the dark as a kid |
| Checking what’s under the bed |
| Dresser and cubby they all want me, all want me all want me dead |
| Scared of the dark as a man |
| Older and tougher and clever |
| But so is the monster that hunts in my head, |
| but the difference is now it’s more hungry than ever |
| Flashlight. |
| Door locked |
| Vampire, goblin or warlock |
| Flicker camp fire with the ghost talk |
| Things that go bump in the night like |
| Car wreck. |
| Bomb threat |
| Heart attack, cancer, and all death |
| Fear is whatever you fed it |
| And fear will become what you let it, I said it |
| What a nightmare, in this jail cell. |
| Now I «hang by a rope» like a parasail |
| Paranoia in a pirouette while my head spinning ‘round like a carousel |
| I think too much. |
| God gonna vomit when He look at the real me |
| Like every tree branch that’ll cast shadow |
| in a flash of lightning on a mission to kill me |
| Spare me your pity apparently baby, you feigning your interest |
| I’m not convinced to be taking whatever you came to solicit |
| You ain’t equipped to administer aid to a brain in a prison |
| A penny a thought and I’d prolly be making billion a minute |
| Got too many reasons to believing a demon |
| Is immediately feeding on a dream when I sleep |
| Sitting here with every single light source on me |
| White like ghost, but the mind look coffee |
| Sitting here with every single light source on me |
| White like ghost, but the bite’s more zombie |
| Fear is whatever you fed it and fear will become what you let it |
| I let it come enter it nestled and settled |
| and everything ended in less than a second |