Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunspots, artist - Wrekonize. Album song A Soiree for Skeptics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2010
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Sunspots |
You can’t hide from the sun shine, shine |
You can’t hide from the sun shine, shine |
You can’t hide from the sun shine, shine |
You can’t hide from the sun shine, do-do do-do do-do |
I am man trapped here on this evil earth |
Paratrooper packing parasites that heed your birth |
Unnaturally natural at capturing animals and storing way more than a seasons |
worth |
Stock up flesh to fester on uneven stoves |
Adapt to the landscape, run, read, and row |
Crush, kill, destroy, enemies bleed below |
Spinning on a lost axis that don’t seem well controlled |
Blow for blow, we in the world of lost souls |
Where the compass is a crook that craves to curve the crossroads |
So by the time we speak, our levels meet a notch low |
And they con us into cramped cubicles and condos |
Crafty little devil, I’ve got medals on hold |
Trying to redeem the dream that my ancestors stole |
You told me reach for the sky, don’t stress goals |
So I set up solid ground where the water gets cold |
I am man trapped here in this evil place |
Stabbing violent while they smile up and seize his face |
Unnaturally natural at acting like animals and taking way more than a seasons |
wait |
Stock up skin to thin on an uneven stove |
Eyes red and bloodshot, can’t be my soul |
Pray up above, but they take me below |
Losing everyone I love, somebody grant me control |
Blow for blow, we in the world of lost souls |
Where the web is world wide, but the spiders are culled |
So by the time we realize the exit doors closed |
They con us into working for clothes and bank rolls |
Crafty little devils, I’ve got medals on hold |
Trying to redeem the dream that my ancestors stole |
Let’s hope the road from Rome still leads home |
You see I live on solid ground where the water gets cold |
We press against an iron fence and I’m convinced that time is just a toll |
The mind is rinsed with lies and tints to blind the sense, they speak expired |
soul |