Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vespertine 13, artist - Yugen Blakrok. Album song Return of the Astro - Goth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: iapetus
Song language: English
Vespertine 13 |
Hard to see the darkness |
Strangers, strangers… |
I’m old school like what’s your sign? |
And see lives in number-lines |
On a journey where paths cross in a special place called Time |
A cross-breed of Martian and Venutian cultures |
That stands androgynous with astrological scales in the structure |
And fights for victory in esoteric wars, but bound by universal law |
To mutate thought-form and break down proverbial walls |
I’m reaching out, blood-brother, magnetize these iron cells |
And start exploring the hidden realms where ancient secret science dwells |
My sixth dimensional love chemistry covers bodies in layers |
Just say my name like bedtime prayers and out the shadows I’ll appear |
And create kingdoms out of air and monstrous giants that feed on fear |
We’ll sail on astral trips to the constellation of the Great Bear |
We’re wide awake at the slightest hint of skylight |
Mechanically absorb the humid rays of misty sunshine |
Then resurrect on earth at light speed and breathe |
Make peace with self, the level of these matrix phases deep |
It’s enough to make eyes bleed |
But there’s no use in crying baby, the living is high, the need to survive |
Plays tricks on my mind daily and my vision of right’s hazy |
Just take me to the moon and back, I heard the flowers are phat |
I wanna sift ideas through both hands like desert sand |
And revel in youth, with looks like Helen, send masses to early heaven |
My animal nature’s devilish to a microscopic level |
I am horns on a rhinoceros, obscure, erotic omnibus |
And my thoughts twist like the tentacles on an acrobatic octopus |
And attach hard to attract like the gravitational pull |
Of earth and moon see how the tide moves |
Making ocean waves crash until the hard rock goes smooth and yields to the |
force, willing |
Got me confessing I’m up to no good like bored children |