Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song End Times , by - Sound of Rum. Release date: 27.09.2009
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song End Times , by - Sound of Rum. End Times |
| I can smell the thunder coming |
| I can smell this rain |
| Look, you’re the only one I ever knew |
| Whose eyes could hold the flame |
| Without burning like the others' burnt |
| She told me Hell’s to blame |
| And I told her Hell’s a choice we make |
| And Blake would tell the same |
| If all deities reside within |
| How come I feel that presence above? |
| The love that unplugs the heart |
| And starts the floods again within me |
| Drowning out the badness that I harbour |
| When my goodness battens down the hatches |
| And holds on to a partner |
| She’s saying ‘Storm's coming' |
| Of course it is |
| It always is on nights like this |
| Cause the tower blocks are murmuring |
| And I can sense a turning wind |
| And I glimpse this man who isn’t there |
| And I know that glitch for all it’s worth |
| Because I pass out full of madness |
| And I wake up drenched in thirst |
| Like, give me whisky, give me beers to glug |
| Just let me lose this fear |
| And I’ll love anyone who’s near |
| Enough to looking slightly like you |
| All I’m trying to say |
| Is today’s like all them other days |
| And all I’m trying to do |
| Is mark it down and make it true |
| To make it count for something |
| Cause I know nothing is eternal |
| And nothing means a thing |
| And nobody believes nothing |
| That’s why we live in all this sin |
| And we mistake it for normality |
| For something to attain |
| My dissent sets me apart |
| But today I smell that rain |
| Come to wash away these masks |
| The marks imbedded on our weary hearts |
| And this is merely metaphor |
| But metaphor is flexing jaw |
| And getting ready for the fight |
| It’s come to fight with the surface world |
| But we have lost our purpose |
| Hurled into a furnace |
| Where the burn is near celestial |
| Detestable outside, and yes, my chest is full |
| Of cider, gin and lightning |
| And my eyes will dim |
| But the rhymes will sing in times to come |
| Since I begun |
| My head’s been filled with end |
| Cause these people wear too many faces |
| But I swear the truth will strike again |
| We wake up in the end-times |
| Curled up in the wreckage |
| Thinking life will happen |
| Whether you dismiss it or expect it |
| So look into my eyes |
| You’ll see your own eyes reflected |
| I’m crying oceans into paragraphs |
| While behind out backs our shadows laugh |
| We wake up in the end-times |
| Curled up in the wreckage |
| Saying life’s going to happen |
| Whether you dismiss it or expect it |
| So let me look into your eyes |
| And see my own eyes reflected |
| I’m crying oceans into paragraphs |
| Cause behind out backs our shadows laugh |
| When I’m telling rhymes I shut my eyes |
| Cause it helps me see stuff |
| These words, they’re like the leaves |
| In the bottom of the gypsy’s teacup |
| If you look at them right |
| You might see the future in them |
| See, I always knew that we were here for more |
| Than wash the dishes, do the cooking |
| See, I’m here to speak for everyone |
| That never got a look in |
| You know, all the ones who ain’t good-looking |
| The ones who hate the crooked |
| Wicked nature of the system |
| For everyone who knows, fuck it |
| Just cause we can’t see the bars |
| Don’t mean we aren’t imprisoned |
| I believe every soul was born blessed with true wisdom |
| And that life is about getting back |
| To what was given before life |
| How come we are all in these disguises hidden? |
| How come we sleep through life |
| And live in dreams? |
| Is it cause we can’t tell the difference? |
| Now, all my life |
| People looked at me with real suspicion |
| But I’ve got to be what I’ve got to be |
| I’m the victim of my own condition |
| And the meaning is the same |
| No matter which language speaks it |
| The new paradigm begins |
| As soon as you’re ready to perceive it |
| And that’s the real talk |
| These are whirlpool words you can drown in |
| But I’m so desperate for beauty |
| I’ll turn scaffolding to mountains |
| I’ll turn traffic into breakers |
| While this illusion overtakes us |
| I’m saying we need to learn to bite the hand |
| That bullies and berates us |
| We wake up in these end-times |
| We’re going to be curled up in the wreckage |
| Thinking, yeah, life’s going to happen |
| Whether we dismiss it or expect it |
| So let me look into your eyes |
| And see my own eyes reflected |
| I’m crying oceans into paragraphs |
| Cause behind out backs our shadows laugh |
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