Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Sunshine, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Blue Sunshine |
| My style is gory like an Edgar Allan story |
| Monkey’s paw, allegory, fucking raw, category |
| Edward Gorey, sorted sorta morbid, chloroform for 'em |
| Fuck their foreign forums, I’ll deform 'em with some four-inch forceps |
| There’s no distortions, take misfortunes and record 'em |
| A borderline personality, plus poor decorum |
| Pour the poor me, more aurora borealises |
| I’m forming calluses from holding grudges more than normal |
| Got a smorgasbord, supportive followers and won’t ignore 'em |
| Portland, Oregon, all the way to Portland, Maine, for the boredom |
| I’m going Foreman forming coarsest choruses |
| Agoraphobic portions, lived behind my ribs, absorbed and dormant |
| Fortified a fortress I have lived in since the storm arrived |
| Left 'em mortified from horror I’ve reported, boarded up |
| The windows and their doors are shut to keep out the vandals |
| A four-cornered room and I’m staring at candles |
| A reflection I don’t recognize, set with deader eyes |
| Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide |
| Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of mine to gelatin |
| Resembling the dead alive, I identify with my enemies |
| I don’t like me either, I can empathize |
| Never mind the effort I have severed to my lesser side |
| Weathered all the weather, let the temper rise |
| Even in the misery, I don’t want the company |
| I’m cuddling with ghosts that I know will accompany |
| Me to the grave, I made with a spade |
| Take me away, shutter-speed suddenly |
| Utterly infatuated with the patterns splattered on my atoms |
| Past or present lacks a presence when you just don’t give a, fuck you |
| Martyr or a carnivore, art of war, Sun-Tzu, Sun-Tzu |
| Someone come undo these hum-drum views I sing and hum drums to |
| My tongue gon' spew some blood unto these dumbfucks who gon' run amok |
| So run those jewels, I’m numb and dumb to the gumshoe ones who |
| Wonder what I been up to, what’s the matter, is that body bag too baggy, boy? |
| So minimalissimo |
| At least three Gs of the Indica leaf to blow |
| In the pit of my seedy skull |
| Untreatable when the sinister creature roams |
| To each his own, since when do you eat your own? |
| They called me precious, and said I’m a piece of gold |
| I said they’re fools, they don’t listen to reason though |
| This blue sunshine hidden between my bones |
| A reflection I don’t recognize, set with deader eyes |
| Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide |
| Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of mine to gelatin |
| Resembling the dead alive, I identify with my enemies |
| I don’t like me either, I can empathize |
| Never mind the effort I have severed to my lesser side |
| Weathered all the weather, let the temper rise |