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Текст песни Illogic - 1,000 Whispers

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4xIf a picture`s worth a thousand words I`ll paint a thousand picturesIf a picture`s worth a thousand words I`ll paint a thousand picturesTo symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispersTo mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitterPressure increase unleash the catacomb splittersAnd for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsawWhen you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfallsIf need be I can get raw - just pocket the latexBut that`s like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apexOr why the young planet`s seeds won`t blossom into a gardenParallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargonThat you can`t even feel. So how`s that for surface tension?Every step shows you`re a worthless henchman itching to meet your makerI`d rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paperVoice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vaporIf seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenadesThen a thoroughbred`s accuracy isn`t the focal point of perfectionTherefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints wherePrints left, taint every breathInhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surfaceTake a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegsTo take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legsWhat a dilemma to hold hands withSanity`s a steep cliff of giftAnd it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slippedRip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seasHooker left that envy to drown in greedBefore you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehydeI`ll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas diedI`ve tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogyBut the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutinyNo more - dodging shooting starsNo more - lashing of asteroid beltsNo more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealthIf science and religion is the building block for a laughing stockThen the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershockThe bow breaks at the vinyl spotsThe cradle of all this crime rate dropsI`ve timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardestWell that would depend on the trajectoryAnd the way the projector projected meI was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancyIs it time for lift off?I think go-go gadget propellers are preparedIs it time for lift off?The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-weekI think it`s time for lift offThe structural integrity seems to be holdingBut three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleepSo will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing?Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king`s sting?Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of HumeI`ll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three movesI know everything is everything and nothing`s still something elseSo I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elvesMy neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoffAs a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something softYour windows - they look clear but my pane`s a stained glassTo dampen the impression of expression anything hasDo the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has?Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks?I`m the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grassBut first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train passYou strain cashWell I take the root of evil, make teaPatiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste itThere`s the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bandsThe steam scolding my handThe mug shattered and I wasted itNow if a picture`s worth a thousand words I painted a thousand picturesOn the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses3xIf a picture`s worth a thousand words I painted a thousand picturesIf a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispersI`ll scream a thousand whispers ..

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