Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coals, artist - Sadistik. Album song Haunted Gardens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2019
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Coals |
| I feel like I’m walking on these coals & I’m so burnt |
| I feel like the boredom’s all I know when I’m sober |
| My temperament got too temperamental |
| Temper tantrums my best credentials |
| Tarantulas in my temple |
| What a web we weave they’re all dead to me |
| In these seven seas I’m setting sail |
| Since everything’s turned to ebony |
| Let it be known I’m your enemy |
| Letters are sewn to my pedigree |
| Identity set in my dreams of the centipedes ending me |
| And I see scenes up ahead of me entropy |
| All in my skin stained vanity hollow it is |
| Watch em follow the trends off a cliff fatality |
| Dear dad look what you made out of me |
| Hope you’re proud of me shoe-string salary |
| Blue period Picasso accosted |
| Myriad of costumes new-ink galleries |
| But no perfect appears |
| Person to person they purchase their tears |
| So real to surreal a career can careen |
| The currents obscuring my current affairs |
| I’m cursing the mirror this circus of fear that I live in |
| It is an illusion it’s lucid I’ll lose it eventually |
| So let us just let it be |
| I feel like I’m walking on these coals & I’m so burnt |
| I feel like the boredom’s all I know when I’m sober |
| I rode down a road made of rhododendrons |
| And wrote it down it bore no resemblances |
| But it’s so poetic I lost my youth in those phonetics |
| Sometimes the truth can be open-ended |
| And rotten fruit can be roses scented |
| Insensitive to the copacetic |
| My coping patterns grown so pathetic |
| I’m walking on coals |
| Burns all on my toes, they |
| Swallow my soul whole |
| And say that they are following code |
| Attack of the clones |
| Put a tack in my bones |
| To match the crack in my skull |
| A match crackles I’m standing alone on these coals |