Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Videodrome, artist - Sadistik. Album song Salo Sessions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.01.2016
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Videodrome |
| What about it Nicki, is it socially positive? |
| Well I think we live in overstimulated times |
| We crave stimulation for its own sake |
| We gorge ourselves on it |
| We always want more whether it’s tactile, emotional, or sexual |
| And I think that’s bad |
| Nights are longer, days are shorter |
| Time gets longer, patience shorter |
| I just wander pacing forward |
| Like a monster, stay De Goya |
| Dead from the start, mark of the beast |
| Heart that I eat, armed to the teeth |
| An intellect, sharp, bleak |
| Indifferent, war, peace |
| Food for thought they force-feed |
| That bla bla bla of a blasé God |
| I got a suicide that’s forming |
| A warning for a deadly price |
| I know I’m not the steady type, I’m lost in heady highs |
| I’m an artist, man, I’m drawn to sketchy types |
| Crabs in a bucket that I’ll probably kick if I don’t watch 'em |
| Hashtag my blood but there’s no audience for psychodrama |
| Look what the tiger brought in, death, death by dishonor |
| Ultraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodies |
| Inside the audio I probably own a few ex&les |
| Tooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battle |
| Soon Seattle’s gloomy atmosphere |
| Can steer me to the shadows |
| Booze tobacco, moody adults |
| All the blessings they throw at you |
| Long live the new flesh |
| Molly hits, group-sex |
| Long live the new flesh |
| Klonopin, booze, X |
| Long live the new flesh |
| Audience-approved death |
| Long live the new flesh |
| A blind stupor prying at the sutures |
| I set fire to their dry sense of humor |
| They’re alive but they’ll die in the future |
| People I remove from my side like a tumor |
| They didn’t notice me when I acted balanced |
| They didn’t notice when my dying was an art |
| They didn’t notice me when I planted flowers |
| But I bet they’d notice with a knife inside their hearts |
| If I stab deep, add 'em to the tally |
| Toe-tag 'em, bag 'em &can 'em up for the trash-heap |
| And that’s some fitting title usage if you ask me |
| I hope they get diseases from the music that’s so catchy |
| There must be something in the water, right? |
| Root of all evil, power of the dollar, right? |
| Two can keep a secret if one of 'em is slaughtered, right? |
| Fuck, marry, kill &they still don’t get the order right |
| Right? |
| You see I write with my right hand |
| Right now, write down, rights of a righthand man |
| Who was left on a left-hand path |
| So I’m Plath with the deadpan that |
| Means I’m Colossus in my head |
| Doing aerials I’m Ariel &falling to my death |
| Stomping over cities that their God must have neglected |
| Instead left an admonishment of long live the flesh |
| Death to the Videodrome &that's an order not request |
| So conform or get the wreck, uh |
| A Klonipin &a cardiac arrest |
| Left an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uh |
| So I don’t lollygag my steps |
| There’s no tardy pass in hell, there’s no sorry that can fix |
| From over-sleeper to insomniac &stressed |
| I’m a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them |