Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polterzeitgeist, artist - Sage Francis.
Date of issue: 10.05.2010
Song language: English
Polterzeitgeist |
Why you goin around, trying to keep people outta hell? |
I’m goin around, trying to keep the hell outta people. |
Your evil sends chills through my bones |
And it flows through the back roads of arteries. |
Genetic memory fights technology |
Administered by moral midgets |
Theres picket signs in my eyes when they strike |
You’ll wanna talk business. |
Note to self; |
go for self, go for broke |
No one else ever showed you the ropes or helped |
And what are they supposed to do? |
Of course they gotta rebuild every wall that you broke on through. |
Drugs wont get my thoughts running, I need them to make thoughts stop coming |
Last night I had dream I shot someone |
When I awoke my hands were full of the fluid my hearts pumping |
I went to get it tested, the doctor was not so interested in analyzing the |
message |
He had a pill, that if he issues out |
He gets paid on the side, Got a lifetime supply. |
Maybe hes the ghost, and maybe I’m the host |
The polterzietgeist who knows the right price |
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes |
and |
Maybe I’m the ghost, and maybe hes the host |
The polterzietgeist who knows the right price |
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes |
Fell into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch |
Pirate of the ship sipping Listerine night caps. |
disguised her voice with the breath of a clean slate |
awake every morning to the death of my dream date. |
selling sex to cheapskates with rusty blades |
fuck to forget and call it layaway |
Got an addiction to thin ice |
the whisper of wind pipes |
I’m mister insight, the social costume’s skin tight |
nah, I don’t believe in you |
and you don’t believe that I’m leaving you. |
as you shrink away to nothing in my rear view |
to close to call, to far to be hearing you |
singing my melody I heard it subconsciously |
you spoke in your sleep, and it sounded like honesty |
When you awoke you said «it was not for me» |
I said «oh, I know obviously» |
You’re not my yo-yo so I cropped the photo |
and I rocked this solo now you gots to go |
Maybe you’re a ghost, and I’m the conduit |
the kinda thread in every superficial compliment |
the loose string in your moral fabric |
holding your logic, hopelessly romantic |
and (going??) psychic |
Leaving notes for the next to come |
written in blood from the wound that they’ll exit from |
I don’t compose rows or sonnets I just write like my life depends on it |
Front like I’m agnostic, but I don’t believe in you |
You got a transparent nature that I’m seeing through |
somebody spiked the punch that you beat me to |
sometimes I’m not even sure its even you. |