Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crop Circles , by - Visionaries. Release date: 15.11.2007
Song language: English
Crop Circles |
| The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year |
| But sporadically the circles appear |
| Baffling all through the history of known man |
| Since fuckin with the mystery of stone hedge |
| Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers |
| Nobody knows what for sure |
| Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity |
| But I can read them and I believe that I need them |
| I runnin through a wheat field, chasin a ghost that loves circles |
| Use it for portals and time holes |
| And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people |
| At the crop circle, Ie come to know people |
| Under moon rays lighten up my new ways |
| They mow them in two days, 100 years from now wel pay for that mishap |
| With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| Something solely meant just for me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| This ball of mud that we live on is alive |
| You try to wipe its mouth, it gonna wipe us out |
| I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night |
| Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights |
| Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse |
| And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse |
| Intricately placed with secrets of white magic |
| I running through the moon lit fields |
| Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret |
| Its dancing, and I can catch up |
| And I almost ran head first into a truck |
| No compass will work, and I lookin for answers |
| Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards |
| Have I lost you, cause Ie lost me too |
| But if youe hiding in the crops I will come find you |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| Something solely meant just for me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| 40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man |
| His story written in the crops near Spokane |
| In England the face of a dead woman shown |
| Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven |
| Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus |
| In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn |
| Complex designs drops seconds before dawn |
| Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art |
| No explanation left by the shadows of dark |
| Batteries drained of they power in seconds |
| I layin in the crop circle countin my blessings |
| And my heart, tho, headaches, and nausea were creeping |
| And your nose will bleed while youe sleepin |
| Don go near there, don dare, be ware |
| Unless your like us, and don care |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| Something solely meant just for me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| Something solely meant just for me |
| Circle something, circle something |
| The crop circles are talking to me |
| Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know |
| I glad I finally got you to the house |
| This is nice |
| Yeah, oh damn |
| I gotta check this message you know Ie been filln out applications |
| All around the city you know trying to get a job |
| Don worry about it baby |
| Il handle this |
| What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here |
| I need your fucking money |
| Oh, shit |
| Who the fuck was that |