Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fragments, artist - The Stupendium. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Song language: English
Fragments |
| Oh my… Ratchet, the Dimensionator has sent us to a dimension where not |
| everybody is subscribed to The Stupendium! |
| Quickly, hit the red button to send |
| us back! |
| Hehehehe… |
| So things seem stable, it’s beginning to all make sense |
| But on the periodic table equilibrium ain’t that dense |
| So you’re top of every playbill? |
| You’ve been living as the main event? |
| Live a life on red carpet, you can’t be surprisd when you ask where th rug went |
| When it’s pulled out from under your feet |
| Fronting parades to confronting defeat |
| Dumped in the rain unfamiliar streets |
| But there’s nothing to gain by admitting you’re beat |
| Maybe it ain’t quite as grim as it seems |
| Don’t get to choose the loose screws you inherit |
| That’s more than a face in the mirror you’re seeing |
| Together you’ve got the tools to repair it |
| Might just be a Lombax with a wrench |
| I was sat on the bench, now I’m back with a vengeance |
| Smashed my dimension, so Ratchet’s suggestion? |
| Mechanical emperors should cash their pensions |
| Graduate from the school of harder knocks |
| Than the Grade-A plates of my Carbonox |
| When I take straight aim with my blaster shots |
| The reports say rain with some parts of bots |
| When realities collide, it’s appealing to think |
| There’s green on the other side, well you’re wielding the Sprinkler |
| The world’s what you make, it’s your fate’s not ingrained |
| Every crack in the paint’s still a piece of the picture |
| Every crack in the paint’s still a piece of the picture |
| Look past the pieces and you’ll see there’s more adventure to seize |
| Don’t believe it? |
| Then you’re thinking one-dimensionally |
| So this world is not the one that you intended to be? |
| Well a Rivet’s what you need when things might tear at the seams |
| It’s your turn to revolt in every turn of the bolt |
| Take the world on your shoulders, then turn it to gold |
| When you’ve crashed into fragments of all that you know |
| Well you’re far from alone, we’re just a rift apart |
| A rift apart |
| We’re just a rift apart |
| A rift apart |
| So it seems your outlook can be warped |
| Whole schemes cut off like some jean shorts |
| Keep tracking 'em down and the heat source |
| Leads you to keen sword swings at machine sorts |
| Keep breathing, it’s all gonna pass in a season |
| Believe it and call it a flash in the pan and release it |
| Let a thought stop with a dash |
| And you’ll leave it all looking real small in the past |
| A Shatterbomb to your artwork |
| Can make it feel like your heart burst |
| It’s hard to know what to start first |
| Each step becomes a departure |
| And you may feel like a drifter |
| Resist a place in the mixture |
| Is this a crack in the rift or |
| Another piece of the picture |
| Another piece of the picture |
| Look past the pieces and you’ll see there’s more adventure to seize |
| Don’t believe it? |
| Then you’re thinking one-dimensionally |
| So this world is not the one that you intended to be? |
| Well a Rivet’s what you need when things might tear at the seams |
| It’s your turn to revolt in every turn of the bolt |
| Take the world on your shoulders, then turn it to gold |
| When you’ve crashed into fragments of all that you know |
| Well you’re far from alone, we’re just a rift apart |
| A rift apart |
| We’re just a rift apart |
| A rift apart |
| There’s one thing rarer than Raritanium, that’s a fate that don’t seem alien |
| No matter how long you’ve been on that grind, life soon find ways of derailing |
| Any Infobot will say the same again if a legacy’s planting seeds |
| You’d better believe I’m leaving these enemies in leaves and geraniums |
| Though chance may choose our canvas, only we can paint the hues |
| But your flaws don’t mean you’re broken, they’re just deeper shades of you |
| Combination of Sagan and |
| Bob Ross |
| , no mistakes when repainting the cosmos |
| If things seem grey, it’s the start of a gradient, can’t make hay without |
| raking the compost |
| Where dimensions fragment and the shards reconnect |
| You’ll find you’re not defined, by the past they reflect |
| Leaving one world behind, can be hard to expect |
| But you’ll work out in time a new path in the next |
| When your reality cracks, it can feel like forever |
| Trapped in the gaps as the pieces are severed |
| If you feel you could lapse all you need is a tether |
| To that team at your back you can keep it together |
| Look past the pieces and you’ll see there’s more adventure to seize |
| Don’t believe it? |
| Then you’re thinking one-dimensionally |
| So your world is on the brink of some Nefarious scheme? |
| Well a Rivet’s what you need when things might tear at the seams |
| It’s your turn to revolt in every turn of the bolt |
| Take the world on your shoulders, then turn it to gold |
| When you’ve crashed into fragments of all that you know |
| Well you’re far from alone, we’re just a rift apart |
| A rift apart |
| We’re just a rift apart |
| A rift apart |
| And with every new world that unfurls you will find |
| There is more to your life than the one you designed |
| There is far more to fight for |
| Than what you are leaving behind |