Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canary in a Mine, artist - Sadistik. Album song Elysium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.2020
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Canary in a Mine |
Death’s a sad bone; |
bruised, you’d say |
And yet she waits for me, year after year |
To so delicately undo an old wound |
To empty my breath from its bad prison |
The phone off the hook |
And the love, whatever it was, an infection |
Like a canary in a mine |
If I start singing death I hope you’re carrying a 9 |
8 years deep said I’d marry her in 9 |
Kings Queen blowing cloud rings staring at the sky |
Sub-Zero temperatures still tearing out my spine |
Stars above us hover in a paramount design |
This is cinema, my piss and vinegar makes living difficult |
We kiss the stitches shut until it parallels the mind yeah |
Constellations look like pointillism poignant pen places poison in em |
Dropping gems like an oyster center |
Got a koi fish in him swimming where the noise is hidden |
Now I can’t avoid the venom, love-torn from the Joy Division |
Increase the dosage til peaks that I reach are closer |
And heavens still seem below us this medicine eats its own |
My memories each alone, vermillion dreams recurring |
I’m sketching it with a rose, you left it beneath my bones yeah |
My speech is blurring it’s reoccurring I need to learn |
To play my part, We’re made of carbon that means if it breathes it burns |
Seasons turn to frost-bitten August went into freezing first |
Beast of burden walks in a tarpit until he sinks in dirt, awkward |
I’m dancing with two left feet to a eulogy |
One day I hope my passion turns my ashes into jewelry |
Ruining all I touch, the blood-covered the jubilee |
Maneuvered through the cruelty, beautiful’s what you grew to be |
Death is there, but she said the world’s gonna die |
You know the world, the Earth, it’s gonna be over |
But I said well I never lied to you |
Death isn’t a question I’m taking it like a lesson |
I etched into in my skeleton in case I forget the message |
A vestige of bad intentions, No Heaven won’t make it better |
Those devils don’t take a breather, they stay and assess wreckage |
With that Hara-Kiri nearing I’m peering across the ocean |
My periodic devotions grow teary-eyed from the poems |
So weary I’ve been unfocused I’m hearing cries from my close ones |
A myriad of emotions I’m mirror-like in my opus |
Let the breath get in I’m present more precious than any gem is |
Sentimental mental’s heavy no respite from leaded headaches |
Here they come, nobody hears me I’m clear you see through the charades |
Never let go of the echoes but savor the time I’m blessed with |
Even then I have nothing against life |
I know well the grass blades you mention |
The furniture you have placed under the sun |
But suicides have a special language |
Like carpenters they want to know which tools |
They never ask why build |
That, all by itself, becomes a passion |