Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Concerto, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Armed to the Teeth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Concerto |
Fate plays a swan song, sweet staccato |
Deep sterling silver bullet, leather bomber or Prada |
No fabric can protect you from the magic I let loose |
I’m Fantasia on acid. |
Let the phantom possess you |
I practice patterns of aquatic caverns, deep sea pressure |
Crush submarines to dust. |
Periscope up |
The widow maker, windows painted black on the Winnebago |
Tunnel vision to our support. |
Want a report from the front line |
Airborne regiment static line. |
Base jump based on cones and cylinders |
Poems that I’ve thrown confuse the Riddler |
Bones break and skin bruises. |
Everybody’s similar |
Human beings intriguing. |
Never shoot the messenger |
No constraints. |
Restraints for the safety of the passenger |
Roller coaster closer to coma than you’re supposed to be |
Amusement park of abusive arts. |
Seek the recipe |
Who can’t feel me inside? |
You can’t tell me real men don’t cry |
Let’s not pretend in the end we don’t die |
I hope when I go they send me up high |
And we won’t give up the fight |
I’ll follow the light and stay up all night |
In the end we all die |
I hope when I go they send me up high |
I like to live life without my girl |
Life’s fucked so I hide from the outside world |
I’m stuck in this place and I just can’t help it |
Plan my escape but I still seek shelter |
You must have felt that I’m self abusive |
Lie to myself when I make new excuses |
When I’m by myself I can change what the truth is |
So I stay inside. |
That’s why I’m reclusive |
Box of movies, Boxes of popcorn |
Big bag of weed. |
Nice girls in my hot tub |
I’m deep into this hibernation |
Look into the mirror like please be patient |
Write with a vest on. |
It’s kind of intense |
Danger’s probably walking on the other side of my fence |
Something pointed at the door. |
I’m going out of my head |
One of the ways to look at life is that we already dead |
One of our brothers got killed. |
That’s the first saint gone |
Hopefully the last if we all stay strong |
Young veteran, bonded by friendship |
Honor and vengeance. |
We arm for protection |