
Date of issue: 12.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Darkness |
Make note to my essence and to me |
If I am to retrieve it from darkness |
Darkness |
No survivors, blood in a open bottle |
Nosferatu, cutting the throats that grovel |
You know the motto, make me a hokum model |
Hate me and quote my rivals, lately I’m so bravado |
And I suppose I’m broken (oh so broke-in) |
Cuts are disinfected in these Isopropyl oceans |
Sewers hide the suicides and I support the notion |
Look at me look at you, eyes import the poisons |
Poised and ready, hoisting heavy choices |
Noise is steady from the voices medley |
Meddling to appoint their points are petty |
Petals falling off the daffodils, I can’t appeal |
There’s never monarchs in this monarchy there’s only caterpill |
Erstwhile leaving shadows on the moon |
Teach me how to drown in the shallowest lagoons |
The darkness and the gloom, the parts that we consume in our hearts |
Everything is pretty in the dark |
I run |
I run into the darkness |
Everything is hidden from the sun |
I run into the darkness |
Everything is hidden from the sun |
Confide in me, friend says dear diary |
Fine with me friend, let’s hear why I’m me |
Silently lips crack when I try to speak back |
Feet standing in the tracks of a giant’s feet |
I am weak, I’m the violence |
I’m defiant to the ring that the choirs sing |
I succeed in the former of the fight or flee |
People playing hide and seek just to see when I’mma peak |
See, it’s total dark in the coldest parts |
That’s what it takes to expose the stars |
No sunny brain, and there’s no mirage |
We numb the pain, when the hope is gone, I know the cost |
Yeah, it’s the absence of light |
Lashes and gashes are captured in spite |
The past tense of life is the madness we hide in our hearts |
Everything is pretty in the dark |
I run |
I run into the darkness |
Everything is hidden from the sun |
I run into the darkness |
Everything is hidden from the sun |
Run from the darkness, I hold the gauntlet |
She a pompous, I told her pop it |
For a profit, cause I’m a prophet |
These niggas nonsense they truly make me nauseous |