Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Music, artist - P.O.S. Album song Ipecac Neat, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Dead Music |
The dumb and deaf have been blinded |
Open to being close-minded |
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent |
Between the first and second digit |
Lies a needle, threaded with innocence |
Used to stitch the lips of these bruised ignorant people |
To keep 'em little |
Fuck lickin' shots, Felix stamps and |
Send our sadness to families across the planet |
Ay yo, I got a fuckin' problem |
Nobody cares though |
My fingernails just scrape the bottom of the barrel |
You can find my manifesto etched on gesso |
Or in the of your local record store |
Is that a metaphor for those that try’na label you? |
Uh-uh, it’s the fact that I write rage |
Letter bombs oppose you |
It’s the point of the rat trap |
The man that makes more |
That kid offerin' shoe polish in the back of the department store |
It''s all things encompassing, I summon the strain |
The days that break |
They take the heart and break it apart |
They veins need re-arranging |
Sing in harmony, the slightly out of key |
Gets his throat box ripped out, I pray that won’t be me |
Hollow followers dance to dead music (Y-you) |
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (Don't exist) |
Open to being close-minded |
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent |
Hollow followers dance to dead music |
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don’t exist) |
Open to being close-minded |
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent |
Dead music (dead music) |
Dead music (dead music) |
Dead music (Let's dance to dead music) |
Dead music |
Dead music (dead music) |
Hollow followers dance to dead music (dead music) |
Face first landed, you lookin at me slanted |
You better thank the bandit before you hang canvas |
My only chance is with these cards that I hold |
And I bet my life that I’ll probably fold |
No-one holds the door for a ghost anymore |
Y’all are still searchin for a reason to explore |
Still in the days where I’m building a cage |
For the dumb motherfuckers unwillin to change |
Let’s play a little game called 'fill in the blanks' |
Bury me alive until I’m feelin the pain |
Fire-hungry cavemen, sit and play with matches |
And then kill the flame when it catches |
You can’t build with ashes |
I feel attacked, with the ritual and sound |
Where everyone can picture 'bout what’s holding 'em down |
Push flows by the pound, it’s your corner store market |
Probably let you roll if you had a place to park it |
I can’t see the buckle that I’m marked with |
Can’t hear the screams when I dance to dead music and darkness |
Hollow followers dance to dead music |
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don’t exist) |
Open to being close-minded |
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent |
Hollow followers dance to dead music |
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don’t exist) |
Open to being close-minded |
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent |
He’s sat on a ledge, playin', sick of it all |
He wanted God to be his partner in the trust fall |
Closed his eyes, he used up all his last tries |
Argue with the voices in the back of his mind |
They said |
No, it wasn’t meant to be like this (Okay) |
No, it wasn’t meant to be this way |
No, it wasn’t supposed to happen so fast |
Yes, it was. |
I can finally see that |
No, it wasn’t meant to be like this |
No, it wasn’t meant to be this way |
No, it wasn’t supposed to happen so fast |
Yes, it was. |
I can finally see that |
There’s a stain on my beatbox |
But we don’t sing along anymore, we just watch |
Yes, it was. |
I can finally see that |