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White Collar Criminals

Voice

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Текст песни White Collar Criminals - Voice

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I gave pause to the world and now they complain it`s raining cats and dogs,Leaving bloodthirsty strategists with their backs to the red crossThe bet`s lost, kiss it goodbye, lipsticky cash exchanges handsAn explorer with pens, formative trips to the last and greatest landSurveyed the grave expanse of desert, started to rain danceTwo left feet in a cottonmouth, cobras remain entrancedHypnotically swaying to the rhythm of words uttered under my breathSoulful syllables playing limbo in nerf inertia, summoners weptBut all tear ducts were desiccated so the drought remainedI shouted names in vain until my voice was pain, cowards gainedA measure of courage in my futility, villainy aroseLaying siege to ramparts pillaging artilleries of proseBodies of work debilitated, will is faded sepia tonesFlood the coffers with syrup and please just leave me aloneLeukemia, paper cranes dangle, from antiseptic wallsThe king of Narnia and other phantom lands is left to crawlChorus: Letters are the seconds, syllables are minutesWords go by as hours and a day equates a sentenceParagrahs can last a week and months become our esseaysSo we speak for years to reach your ears with the voice (twice)Verbal acrobat, practice battle raps to keep the mind groomedFine tuned, volley with the volume in my roomAnd time soon consumes all and doom fallsLike the darkness of night over the city...harvest the lightMake shards of the mic - fragmented poetryLeave scars when I write - ask and you know it`s meSupposedly brandishing my banished bane as bandageMaking love with the language, languish my anguishI think, therefore I sink further into depressionPushed over the brink by a fink`s stirring impressionOf me at my very worst...but the words murder repressionSo lack of fertile expression is sure to bring the regressionFull circle - see, once I held the world within my sweaty graspBut I lost my grip and now the planet`s spinning out of controlAnd my life is tugged along for the ride till I take holdOf the voice ... the siren`s song speaks to save my soulLittle league parents chant with blind rape, kids are taught disciplineThe shortest fuse lit for you, take a straw sip it inLiquid in half of it while the other share is gaseousPostcards from the edge of phone callers beds in happinnessAbbey is sadly sick, violin crying songs of dreadLying under oath`s electric blanket tryin not to sweatFearing the toll, but curiosity`s addictiveWhy does he keep talkin to himself, it`s probably a sicknessBusy building kingdoms with your callously discarded wordsFallacy and farce from a galaxy afar where stars disperseBards converse under the shade of olive groves, knowledge growsWalking down polished roads with squalid trovesBut only Gollum knows how the author`s conditionedShake the cobwebs, free glistening though in gossamer prisonsTaught to enlist thought and factor chapters of imagesThink tank caterpillar tracks leading back to the chrysalisChorus twiceThe passion of a lifetime is tapped within my satisfactionAs I watch the hands go round and round and round and...The last time the ink spiled from my quill onto the parchmentIt stained her scarlet once it found the soundWed to the arpeggio, hobbled artisan apostlePlucking feathers from the crown of QuetzecoatlTo lay before my angel as she floats across the chapelTo stand before the altar and bleed upon the gospelMy heart leaps from my chest like Asteroth swingin a battle axeOnce the music starts...madness in my eyesMesmerized by murderous intent, I`m furthering the pentUp rage welling within my breast...until my services are spentWorshipping the second hand following the first to bendAnd twist around my words again...The voice warping the clock into a whirlpoolDrowned in time till I emerge; a djinn immersed in Zen

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