| Sitting listening to crickets in the thicket -- candyflipping
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| I’m a wicked, disheveled white devil
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| I’m a wannabe phenomenology prodigy reveling in suffering through self-induced
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| anxiety
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| With drugs -- to try me
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| «My body is work» but I’ma pursue it
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| Cause I’m ruder than Buddha
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| Sip witches brew and get nude, giving 'tude to Judah
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| Ain’t nobody truer -- get more enlightened with each stroke of lightning
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| If it’s frightening, then Buttress say «DO IT»
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| Do I gotta read Ephesians to these heathens?
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| Chapter 2 verse 8:
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| «For by grace you have been saved, not by works, through faith»
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| So don’t grieve your reason, believe in what the Buttress speaking
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| She say to make way to the diurnal Inferno
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| Enter circles with Virgil
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| Mother Nature’s infertile
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| I burst forth from the abdomen of scorched earth
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| The birth of a madwoman
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| I’m an artist (starving)
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| Static (charges)
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| Exit fingertips through blue mist to touch lips and take trips
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| I’m blunted like rubber tips
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| Shipful of hits of acid taken in the past
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| But I’m still fucking blasted, -- classic
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| I’m fucking dramatic
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| (Yo where the fuck are we?)
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| I don’t think we passed it
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| Keep going --
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| Trekking to Mecca
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| My internal vendetta
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| Is to wreck my perspective, resurrect it
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| We getting higher to die
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| Purified through the fire
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| Through trials I go
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| If I survive, take me to green isles
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| Otherwise kiss my eyelids closed
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| This is the road I chose, I roam alone
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| (Rejected)
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| I hate the way my vision’s oscillating
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| Guide no longer by my side, I’m too high
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| (Neglected) I sit waiting…
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| Reflecting |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inferno, artist - The Buttress. Album song Behind Every Great Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп