Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mourning Glory, artist - Sadistik. Album song Salo Sessions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.01.2016
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Mourning Glory |
| All these animals and peasants chase their capital investments |
| Vested interests, I’m disinterested, my patterns show obsession |
| An attic full of questions with no answers for the standards |
| Just synapses lapses, passages, suggestions, past is present |
| Man, I hate the summer, so I stay inside; |
| days are numbered |
| They only trace the lines, my sky’s rain and thunder |
| Deface each other, rape and plunder, bases covered |
| On the basis that I’m basic, based in basins I’m too drained to slumber |
| I save the numbers of my dead friends, it makes me wonder |
| Why it strangely comforts, my brain’s asunder |
| Under suns I’ve been taken under, made a hunter |
| Undertaken where the bugs and aphids clutter |
| Handshakes feel like cable jumpers |
| I taste the sunburns but the tongue is rarely accurate |
| Compare their avarice to mine and I can’t bear the wrath of it |
| I’m out of it but passionate, past the fist is a pacifist |
| A satirist like Jonathan Swift’s mental paralysis |
| I’m harlequin, walking dead, coughing phlegm no oxygen |
| Generation Y am I supposed to do it? |
| Talk to them |
| I lost my innocence, drifted into the distance |
| Went from different to indifferent, get sickened by this existence |
| Mourning Glory… |
| I feel strangled by the chain that my father used to wear |
| It dangles by my heart, it was the cross that he would bear |
| Every time I think of him, I always go to reach for it |
| ‘Cause it reminds me of the sacred bond that we would share |
| Before the costs I’d inherit, the talks that I’d cherish |
| The loss of a parent made the loss more apparent |
| I’m lost in apparent paradox, I can’t escape or see |
| Between faith and grief, pain and ease, they made me pray and |
| Place my knees on cinder blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scars |
| Make me eat this bitter heart 'til the taste gets sweet |
| I don’t chase my drinks these days |
| I hate to sound cliché, but it’s cliché to say I hate to sound cliché |
| I may be breaking out these chains today |
| I’m finally free, amiss in this abyss, I guess I’m spiralling |
| It’s standard stuff, flashing floods, that’s my blood you’re siphoning |
| A side of me’s beside itself for anchoring in Hell |
| But I can’t see the light I need to save me from myself |
| It’s Mourning Glory |
| I got these bars in my head like I’m Phineas Gage |
| This gauge is on empty so give me some space |
| Spaced out from the memories I didn’t erase |
| Rays pound all around me, kissing my face |
| Face down, down on my luck, lust for the crown |
| Crown in my cup, coupled amounts, mountains erupt |
| Ruptures I count, count-downs downtrodden |
| Trot around downtowns 'til I drown in a bottle, like |
| And now I’m reading Walden |
| Walled-in like I’m sleeping in a coffin |
| Coughin' while I’m breathing in the toxins |
| Talk sins when I’m needing to absolve them |
| Themselves, set sail, sail set |
| Hellbent, inhale, tell sins |
| Send tales of the tailspins |
| Tip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends |
| She called me blue flower, more like Morning Glory |
| My port is storming every time she tries to ford it for me |
| They’re always warring on the inside |
| There’s Morning Glory on the inside |
| Can’t hurry the morning light |
| I tried with all my might |
| I’m hanging upside-down |
| Facing to the ground |
| 'Til I bring back the fire |