Текст песни Cage - Movies for the Blind
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* send corrections to the typist I`m seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offerAnd feed my thoughts to Christ to the altarI wake up on a red floorAxing a dead whoreMy dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for?Pigs tryin` ta kick down the door, I`m out for meOpened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balconyFell 30 flights to ? on 10th Av.Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth labAnd after it blew upI woke up and threw upStuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain`t chewed upWiped the puke from my faceThen leaved this placeWith a 4-5 in the waistAt an elitist paceNo breeding spaceI step out and show faceWithin 3 minutes I`m approached for HThen a shotgun to neck, now loose the weaponAnd my scull fragments painted the sky for seconds [Chorus]Back to my brain like my brain is a homeWhile I roll with the fame I still aim at the throneAll my peers all sleep and I`m the only one not weakOr am I unconscious dreaming I`m making a speechIs this reality or my memory getting milageAm I staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelidsDo I make music or is music making meIs this really all death or just my awakening I pick my head up, with a face full of droolLook around the classroom, now I`m some geek in high schoolGet fucked with in the hallway and can`t do shitBut write names on bullets and fill a few clipsNo need for rags and vodka, got a lockerWith enough fire-power to war with helicoptersFirst click to pass, I`m clicking to releaseEach adolescent fist holding 4 police killersAnd I ain`t paying for the clips I`m spendin`When I shoot up the crowd like a ? conventionFeds storm the building for the sick boy with ballsMade of steel, put shit through toilet stallsSee my teachers dead through holes in the doorAnd alerted the cops outside, holdin` the floorI exit the bathroom, enter a vet paradeGetting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way [Chorus] I open up my eyes to get cracked in the faceSix times, while I`m asked for combos to a safeMy wife on the couch, dying, raped, in shockWhile the gunmen argue on where to take the YachtAssuming I`m richPlayboy bitchMy own boatAnd if I don`t start speaking I`ma loose my throatThey start chumming the water with my dead hoe and laughForce me to see great whites snapped on the lower halfLocked off my arm, do it in, no guns to shootThink of 3 past deaths and find an escape routeAll I have to do is wake up, lift the mastAnd get shot off the boat and my back to get whipped in halfI wake up screamin`With a shotgun in church, feenin`To kill myself, but I don`t know if I`m still dreamin`50-50 chance I`ma die and go straight upOr straight to hell, either fuckin` way I`ma wake up!