Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Timing, artist - Sadistik. Album song Prey for Paralysis, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2011
Record label: Crushkill
Song language: English
Bad Timing |
| Without a doubt in my mind, in the blink of an eye |
| The world as we know it will be-come blind |
| All the seas will go dry, all the creatures will die |
| All the trees will tower over and us humans will hide |
| We’ll look up at the sky and repeat the word 'why' |
| And deep down in our hearts we will plead for our lives |
| And there’s one angel in the breeze |
| She sends me messages when my antenna’s able to receive |
| Every single choice I make affects the way she dreams |
| So I try my best to be awake and know when she goes to sleep |
| Cause to me we’re a team, kill the king, feel the queen |
| Self esteem builds in me until I see the guillotine |
| I guess it’s time to kneel, if heaven is a lesson I can learn how to steal |
| And if death is imperfection |
| Then my head is just a weapon |
| And my weaver has no web and |
| My net is filled with holes |
| My little Salem witch |
| Keep playing with fire |
| But you’re standing on a bridge |
| My counter-top's split in half, glasses of different wines |
| I interpret as fantastic or simply fine |
| Tap dancing on the thinnest ice |
| Just to entertain the phantasms I get at night so get it right |
| This is my mental symphony presented anamorphic on an eye level silver screen |
| Killed the screams, you will find echoes still in me |
| That see beyond myself like it’s dimethyltryptamine |
| There’s no angels in the breeze |
| And the one that’s on my shoulder I just strangled with a string |
| That I tied around my finger to remind me that I don’t believe in angels |
| I’m a skeptic I don’t focus on the labels |
| Unless it’s just a personal hobby, I can hear opportunity nervously knocking |
| I go into the shop to get some words upon my body |
| To reflect what’s on the inside, my surface is rotting |
| I think that I’m dead, there’s a kink in my neck |
| I’m just sinking instead so I sing like a kid |
| The pacific northwest I go hunting for rocks |
| Till the knots in my head slowly work themselves out |
| (I escape) with my friends (I create) with my friends |
| (I debate) with my friends (and I change) with my friends |
| Till the day comes where I say goodbye to my friends |
| Bad timing |