Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fatal, artist - SMP. Album song Terminal, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Invisible
Song language: English
Fatal |
Lightning stricks and when it hits |
It tears the night open like a temporal rift |
The man with X-rays |
Now can you fathom |
That he can sense every atom |
Behind your face and in your mind |
That kid looking at you |
With the plan sublime |
He’s the one he’s the killer |
Shallow grave filler |
There’s no one iller than those that |
Seen too much combat the dehumanizer |
Nothing but pain and blackness lie where |
The conscious mind regenerates |
War hero or norman bates |
Might as well been a MIA |
Came back stateside and he fades away |
gotta chip on his shoulder but who wouldn’t |
Sold down the river no support or nothing |
Mind full on rads dipped in nitro |
Command center for going psycho |
Ex-recon ranger one in the chamber |
An arc of cover-fire urban jungle slayer |
Skies lit like tracer green |
Creeping through the folds |
Running down a dream |
Enemies on the scene like a haze of smoke |
Sleepwalker done feel into a snipers scope |
Snipers wanna know should they |
Take the shot affirmative |
Cuz this nightmare stops |
In a plume of smoke the room erupts |
Backed down a corridor had to give it up |
Slam the sector door cuz the sectors hot |
Bring my barrel to bear |
Now i’m ready to rock |
Cuz i’m here yeah going for mine |
Burndown planetbound barely surivied |
Crash on the cut screen |
Lag in the bit streams |
Fagmented dreams of blue skies |
On an open range |
But a nightmare awake |
Still running the game |
Of red skies reflecting on the sheen |
Of my costom skin like a black screen uh |
Bogey in my sight busts |
Through the rank and file like i swing a |
Sword of righteous |
Snapped in two by the gates of hell |
Cuz i’m in too deep |
no radio for help |
Just the dagger of the mind |
And i’m cutting through it blind |
Til i fade out uh |
Reborn again always the past |
Schematic pain of |
Acid bath on the skin |
Another blow to the chin |
I’d put a round in my head |
If it wasn’t for the strings |
Pulling me down the wrong path |
Punching on the keys |
I can’t help but laugh |
At the insane walls |
Trip out |