Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect Picture, artist - Sandpeople. Album song All In Vain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.10.2005
Record label: Sandpeople
Song language: English
Perfect Picture |
| Now I haven’t had a bad life and I never really ever done dirt |
| And I don’t need no stress release to help relieve some pressure |
| I know that death is coming, know there’s no sense in running |
| I know myself and outside that I don’t need to know nothing |
| I keep a fuckin swagger, look at these suckers scatter |
| I know how to hold the mic right and speak like my substance matters |
| A cutthroat cadaver, condemned the jew of Nazareth |
| Followers for turning faith into a corporate ladder |
| I’ll give this hourglass a tip on its broken axis |
| And watch the sand drip through my fingers as I touch the masses |
| This is my open casket |
| Written down quotes and passages in blood |
| Spit from the lungs of a masochist |
| War amongst men |
| Men amongst kings |
| Kings amongst God |
| God amongst all of us |
| Though we never fit the perfect picture, picture perfect peaceful |
| Peace at mind, we keep in mind, just to keep alive |
| Mistaken was I to ever think that one day |
| That these wings could take flight |
| I’m just a daydreamer drifting in the early twilight |
| I’ve broken down to rebuild |
| This so called life of mine and it’s so hard to find |
| Any reason to believe and to continue to fight |
| A decision that weighs heavy on my conscience at night |
| These vindictive addictions, they keep controlling my life |
| A hemophiliac juggeling knives until the blade hits |
| I know true anguish and I have been to the abyss |
| I lost one kid to the heavens and one to a money hungry bitch |
| Now I’m falling from the skies, like the wings of Icarus |
| There was bible and these bibles just try to make some sense |
| Of this life that I been living, giving a hundred and ten percent |
| It’s very evident that you can’t break my will |
| It was forged in the heavens out of unbreakable steel |
| 50 caliber Excalibur leaving holes in your shield |
| My own head is the end of me, when I’m dead you’ll remember me |
| With the horse’s head to place inside the bed of my enemies |
| Life intends to be an illness so if death is the remedy |
| Perspective is kept, one last message left for the friends of me |
| I am dead from the step that disconnect a man’s head from his neck |
| Being hateful and oppressed is my tendency |
| And now you tell me there are plenty other fish in the sea |
| Funny, they all look like a bunch of fucking bitches to me |
| You’re living your live—that's something to do |
| I live and I die—that's nothing to you |
| Give in at night—that's something to choose |
| Fuck with me, I got nothing to lose! |
| But I don’t think of depression when ears will ring in my presence |
| From what I bring to the session, become a King among peasants |
| Randomly candidly, killing family by family |
| It’s me in every thing, in every dream and every fantasy |
| The fans of me from land to sea know there’s not a man like me |
| It’s me in every thing, in every dream and every fantasy! |