Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zaned People, artist - Shadow Project. Album song The Complete Collection, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 14.11.2014
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Zaned People |
| Well, you can beg and plea |
| yes, you can beg and plea — for the end |
| Give me, please |
| Give me your inside out |
| Give me, please |
| Dissatisfaction, a chemical imbalance |
| nails graze the hands, not the feet |
| immediate reaction: every glance, a new horror in willing suffocation |
| neck twisted/new cadence — not missing a beat |
| tread water/slow footsteps — there is no season of birth! |
| I am out on a limb which is broken, hanging |
| abundance of nightmares — my last words |
| I shall fuck myself to death, |
| I shall fuck myself to death, |
| I shall fuck myself to death! |
| I will choke on my own breath |
| so says the wise man/blind man |
| Godevil/Godevil |
| God damn the hand that feeds me! |
| I am waiting, I have waited |
| ever waiting for the end |
| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside |
| keeping me inside, it’s me inside |
| no room to hide |
| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside |
| keeping me inside, it’s me inside |
| no room to hide |
| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside |
| keeping me inside, it’s me inside |
| no room, no room, no room, no room to hide |
| Open up and stick it up, I said |
| pick up on your own insides |
| there are flames that melt the air |
| zaned people left to dare… |
| Everyone out! |
| Every doubt ever pondered |
| every thought ground to dust |
| I must, I must |
| I must trust the distrusted/mistrusted element of life |
| my eyes have seen the light — have chosen darkness |
| prefer the darkness, |
| find peace in darkness… sometimes |
| this world holds no image of truth, |
| no semblance to those truly living |
| I am outside myself/beside myself with grief |
| signs of disaster, they follow me — follow me! |
| Self inflicted wounds I know best |
| and the rest inside, rotting, forgotten |
| yet I am free |
| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside |
| keeping me inside, it’s me inside |
| no room to hide |
| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside |
| keeping me inside, it’s me inside |
| no room to hide |
| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside |
| keeping me inside, it’s me inside |
| no room, no room, no room, no room to hide |
| Give me, give me please |
| Give me please your inside out, inside |
| Give me, give me please |
| Give me please your inside out, inside, inside |
| I mend, I bend shattered fragments |
| the dream has not stopped |
| has not stopped, will not stop |
| stop, stop! |
| The child is awake, pushed from the womb |
| warm welcome, medicinal freedom, false entrance |
| doors blocked, bolted |
| molten figures of the dead |
| I have buried the child |
| long forgotten this grave memory |
| in solemn sentence, the end must end |
| And so the world is flat, retracted |
| fractured to the eyes of thieves |
| or those who believe |
| I am sacred, I am crowned, |
| I am bound by the robes of freedom |
| I bequeath the dream to those who still feel it, feel it, feel it! |
| And God’s eye is as one with Satan’s |
| in the twinkling of an eye, the dream is born |
| dreams carry death in blood stream awareness |
| fear not, for death is but a dream |