Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill all Psychopaths , by - Söhne Mannheims. Song from the album Barrikaden von Eden, in the genre ПопRelease date: 12.05.2011
Record label: Söhne Mannheims
Song language: English
Kill all Psychopaths |
| Yo, yo, Yeah, Yo |
| We’re ready for this |
| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town |
| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around |
| We don’t care what they say about us |
| We’ve lost our trust |
| Now pay they must |
| Give way they must |
| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths |
| It’s a science when you deal with the molecular structure |
| Of energy and you are the conductor |
| Life is your symphony notaling reality |
| On a planet somewhere in the galaxy |
| The complexity of the cosmos is immense |
| I absorb my surroundings and capture the events |
| I form a quick sentence that sinks deep into a verse |
| That explores all corners of the universe |
| Describe as far as the boundaries of words can |
| So that my words can be heard by all man my plan |
| Caputre and expose moments in poetry lyricsally |
| Desrive it graphically words my capacity |
| No matter the weather come rain sleet or snow |
| I portray the architecture of man to let the world know |
| This is my new assignment — |
| Escape this earth environment |
| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town |
| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around |
| We don’t care what they say about us |
| We’ve lost our trust |
| Now pay they must |
| Give way they must |
| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths |
| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town |
| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around |
| We don’t care what they say about us |
| We’ve lost our trust |
| Now pay they must |
| Give way they must |
| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths |
| I won’t kill you with a dagga. |
| Won’t kill you with a knife |
| I will kill you with some lyrics. |
| Coming out of my life |
| Won’t kill you with a hammer. |
| But my words are like dart |
| Coming at you like flying fists of matial arts |
| It’s that unexplainable feeling I get in my heart |
| It’s the same components that turn words into art |
| It’s that inner part of me that is still in the dark |
| I depart searching for life and birth was the start |
| On a magnificent vocage I quest the earth surface |
| I know it seems worthless but I know I have a purpose |
| Adjust to the moments adapt to situations |
| Life simulation of infinite variations |
| The stimulation helps me soothe the beast |
| From the tropical savanna to these concrete streets |
| My reflection reflects like the sun from a mirror |
| Mind and body connect and axplode like nuclear |
| I stride on a stage like a model does a catwalk |
| Talk in poetry and expression — may teach a lesson |
| Maybe stressing on some free style tip |
| No matter what style I pick you know |
| I am feeling it. |
| It’s how I adapt to |
| The linguistics using methods derived from within the mystic |
| Elements of word construciion my words run deep |
| Don’t sleep |
| We’ll be tearing the walls down to free the town |
| History is written but fuck that we’ll turn it around |
| We don’t care what they say about us |
| We’ve lost our trust |
| Now pay they must |
| Give way they must |
| We’ll be coming to kill all psychopaths |
| Do we really have to kill all psychopaths? |
| Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em |
| We’re in this for life |