Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song End Times, artist - Sound of Rum.
Date of issue: 27.09.2009
Song language: English
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 |