Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rabbithole, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
The Rabbithole |
| How far does this rabbit hole go? |
| Alice in a Blunderland, flammable soul |
| Animals roam and the catacomb slows |
| Searching for capital, searching for hope |
| Churning the sad into tangible goals |
| They’re burning their flags to adapt to the cold |
| Ration control, happiness sold |
| Eye-for-eye habits, a cannibal cult |
| They feed me cyanide tablets |
| They breathe low at the sight of my panic |
| Heavy-hearted, mind if I stab it? |
| Depths of my sanity, height of my madness |
| I’m on prescriptions, Iodine tablets |
| I don’t trust the water, so why would I have it? |
| Jim Jones with the Kool-Aid, sip slow |
| Two faces, one slit throat |
| Animals pile in the ocean’s of medicine |
| Alcohol vials Coke and the Mescaline |
| Antidote style, I smoke for adrenaline |
| And I don’t smile, it exposes my skeleton |
| I got the soul of an elephant |
| Grieving the lost on a road that’s so desolate |
| Echoes are still resonant, the ghost of the Oedipus |
| And Dear God letters that I wrote for the Hell of it |
| You see the tendencies |
| For them, it’s to tend and cease, but not me |
| See, I can attend and get ten degrees |
| Attention-piqued, to ten ‘til the tenure’s reached, but not me |
| Increase intensity |
| I’ll walk 'til the tendons cease, Achilles |
| I can walk to attend Dead Seas, and drown myself in it |
| Narcissus did it, give it any minute |
| I’ll admit that I am just an artist that’s a part of this equation, huh? |
| Nah, I’m a part of this aphasia |
| I fucked myself, I’m so auto-nymphomania |
| I gotta make-up words, it’s getting harder to explain it but |
| The particles in my brain erupt |
| The pace is up, when I’m vulnerable and caught up in the mania |
| I’m in the cut off that Indica, inner-cuts |
| Never seem to cease and so I zip it shut |
| I’m on a 50, a milli, a milli grams |
| Enough so I’m not a killi, a killing them |
| I feel a million, I’m the villain I’m |
| Antagonistic, vicious obsidian |
| But so purple inspired |
| Circlin' tired in a circus attire |
| Bumbling bumble bee, worker for hire |
| Build prisons to live in, and churches for liars |
| Perfect environments to purchase desire |
| Selling their souls for which version is higher |
| Parents used to listen to that Earth, Wind and Fire |
| But I like Cohen, bird on a wire |
| Moral compass is like, «Fuck it, I don’t need it» |
| If it bleeds, then it can die, and if it dies then I can eat it |
| That includes my inner demons, platitudes and my secrets that I keep |
| Atlas with the clavicle, so creep |
| With me as I crawl through the hood, maniac |
| Lunatic, or just unimpressed, yeah I’ve felt a hundred deaths |
| Facing all the greatest odds, but I’m in the hunt again |
| Pacing ‘til it makes me lost, swell until I’m puffer fish |
| Razor in an aching jaw, red all in my upper-lip |
| Take it with a grain of salt, set it in the cut you left |
| Painting on the caveman walls, sentences my lover said |
| I’ll chase you down the rabbit hole until I lose my breath |