Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Children's Games, artist - Wrekonize. Album song A Soiree for Skeptics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Children's Games |
In a kingdom where the kings are lost to chase expensive things |
I feel so gone and overblown when rulers forfeit up their throne |
This rock made up of dirt and sand, it seems was built to hurt the land |
I find that space hard to escape, see poison picks no one man |
Let’s breath a new type of meaning, change a few axioms |
Return the crossed cost of the innocence lost, then break barriers for some |
I could have sworn we were dreaming, nightmares in the sun |
The heating grease even eats the rational ones, grown folks acting young |
I sped up the road to home |
To get away from the clones and just try to hold my own |
It’s funny how we still try, see |
The years have been growing old, but some didn’t wanna know |
And now they walk without their souls, either way we still die |
How can I be called to serve in a place that I think so absurd? |
I find it strange and quite insane that grown men still play children’s games |
How can I be called to serve in a country I only observe? |
I find it strange and quite deranged that grown folks still play children’s |
games |
I’m walking cross the planet the damage is 20 fold |
You can learn the law of language and dance in the devil’s home, but |
Some people’s canvas is crammed with childproofery |
State covered, safe colors quite suitably |
I’m all for kid at heart, when the mind is advanced |
I believed that we achieve with the time and a chance, but |
Some painters wanna water color in the rain |
Their job benefits should probably cover the insane |
If there’s a minute I’m about to get it I need to breathe |
The lead is limited |
See I’mma be primitive, the end is imminent |
I seen it in the dreams that I had |
Playing band on the Titanic next to my dad |
I saw the sun setting for the last time that evening |
Military telegram «Mom, I’m still bleeding» |
I wrote my last words in blood upon the ceiling |
While a bunch of grown men kill each other for no reason |