Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soul Purge , by - Noisia. Song from the album Split the Atom, in the genre Драм-н-бэйсRelease date: 08.04.2012
Record label: Vision
Song language: English
Soul Purge |
| What a night, sodom right type |
| Spilt words and accents like blood from fright night |
| End of the market day, fruit not ripe |
| That’s getting thrown in the gutter, slippers whisper sickness |
| Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delayed |
| Latency thunder, ripping up a town |
| From beneath the grounds, under the deep |
| We lounge under the sound but we’ll travel on rupture |
| Unravel your structure |
| Gene code breaking down so battle of master strength |
| Need no weapons, spit shells, rappers get touched up |
| Only the strong survive, get shaken, arise and thus start to be taken alive |
| You’ll be taken alive route to demise |
| While our weed smoke to new highs of blue skies |
| The mind’s eye never lies |
| Closed and lost like god’s severed divine ties |
| Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted |
| Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net |
| Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect |
| But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths |
| Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted |
| Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net |
| Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect |
| But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths |
| Yo, I stay livid, brain withered and face grinning |
| Chase women, race winning in this fake kingdom |
| Race to place faith in this bait system |
| Stray pilgrim, changing name 'til his fate gives in |
| Days spinning, out of control, time’s speeding |
| Mind feeling for hope, but my life’s bleeding |
| I write, read, and recite bereave that despite freedom my life’s leaving |
| Three times of the wind of this nice evening |
| I fight feelings, dry feeling, my frail skin |
| My plight’s flimsy like the tale of a fell king |
| Set sail to the blue yonder and hope for no return |
| Let’s be failing, she’s to wonder if our souls should burn |
| I close the urn, toes turned to the wind |
| False discern, these yokes are learning to sin |
| Hurt within crushed feelings of a lust lost |
| Last seeing us believing that we must rot |
| Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted |
| Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net |
| Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect |
| But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths |