Lyrics:
the bay
Planets play by seasons
Somewhere in their field grounds
I've got limits but not scared to die
A rare soul is a friend of hope
Just make sure
not Givenchy
I wrote my pain and sent it off I'm hoping you would hear it
This Nike fit by Jerry unless it's god then I don't fear him
Just gave that
Narnia
Jesse Eisenberg vibe in this bitch
I'm surrounded by zombies, yeah, yeah
Keep evolving, like I'm ballin' down
Goin' all in, yeah, it's exhaustin',
give a Fuck about the industry
I really just mean it
Uh
Cause you know I’m a rida
Got this 45 on the hip right by side her
I keep going in getting
rivaliser?
Tous mes zombies, ont l'visage assombri
Même sous ma puche-ca, tu m'reconnais même ap
J'suis au fond dans l'appart, bitches
J'ai mon ne-gueu
galoppando
Non sento che sto correndo, step by step, siamo l'epicentro
06 come i sampietrini, il mio amico ha preso un sampietrino
Non puoi rubare a casa
feel
If it's real
I spent too much damn time Looking for Mrs. right
All I ended up with was mistakes Now my heart is still buried in a Grave
Guarded by
Genius
Corrupted by a dominating greed
A bored and disaffected mind that pays the old morality no heed
His studies start to take a darker turn
He
the dust and rubble until we rise above
We'll climb up to a mountain top so high that we'll be laughing down from up in the sky
As the zombies try and feed
so flat, i don't think he's seen him a slab
I'm in upsah chatting to zombies, i don't like dealing with cats
How you talk about securing the bag,
You're holding a false war underneath your toe
It's what makes you so incommunicado
They've trained you well
With zombies and dystopian films
So when
02. The Rabbit Hole ( Music & Lyrics by Anders WikströmBMG Scandinavia AB)
im Kombi
Guck, sie jagen die Nadeln
Am Abend verkabelt in Arme wie Zombies
Und wir fahren den Wagen
Durch die Szenarien und warten am Kotti
Ich
Zomby la gang (shh)
Stamo a drippa' duro (okay)
Sul gang (sul, yeah aight, eh)
Giuro che tu non sei mio cousin (no)
G Ghost, ho fatto lo step, stiamo
Tout est black, tout est black
Sept milliards d'humains, sept milliards de causes
Ça pète de partout, drive-by, overdoses (gang)
Y a des guerres
portraits of inhuman souls
Zombies ignite my fears but why for so many years
They´ve got better things to do than scare me
Inside The Land
We Trust
Horrifying fecal demons
Rising up out of the caverns below
Dark robotic astral zombies
Eating the peasants who live in Glasgow
Siege engines
to corporate hell
You can't escape corporate hell
You know you can't leave it
They know that you need it
They've got you by the figurative balls
Welcome
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi
I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I
Gloriole on your worm eaten head
Foul air escapes your lying mouth
Tyranny throughout the centuries of pain
Blinded zombies followed into
killing nothing will ever stop me from fucking murdering upheaving these human stockpiles of brown sediment extremely aroused by the sight of fucking pain
Bodies soaked in strange compounds
The children of the toxic cloud!
Now down by the cemetery
A hideous emergency
Beginnings of catastrophe
BURNING
zombies!
Set in my ways
Deranged and crazed
An instinct hardwired in my brain
A circle that
I cannot break
An order that must be obeyed
No
And I don't want your help
I hope you burn in hell
Live by your own rules don't pretend
Yeah zombies blindly follow trends
Can't you see yourself?
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