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Utwór: Sinphony of sick

  • wykonawca: Q Strange
  • wyświetleń: 1228

[Verse 1]
   Makin' precision incisions, with it this talent I'm givin'
   Didn't know how to keep livin' so I just started the killin'
   Sick in the head when I'm sinnin' ILLin infectin' I'm stickin'
   My knife in you and I'm grinnin' sittin' and thinkin' of quitin'
   But I continue my mission listen to voices here within
   Sayin' its just the beginning don't know what's really pretendin'
   It's hard to decide when the mind is divided and hided
   From the reality battling the evilness inside of me
   My mind is it dieing, I'm crying I'm trying not to lose it
   Confusing abusing I'm bruising your skull until its oozing
   I'm choosin' my weapon I'm gettin' I'm settin'
   I'm lettin' aggression set into my nerve endings
   Awww, can't take the pain no more
   Stain the floor with blood guts and crazy gore
   Waiting for the day god repays me for
   All the sinful things I did that he hates me for (Uh)
  
   [Verse 2]
   This disease has me blinded and I can't see the light
   Live in darkness while my sanity continues to fight
   With little bit I have left I use it to blend
   With this fucked up society that lied to me again
   I have a hatred for the world I cant describe
   I've strive to stay alive but it's hard to survive
   Darken my eyes, from all the insomnia I suffer
   Cant sleep for weeks and it keeps gettin' tougher
   The more I don't rest the more I'm gettin' depressed
   And obsessed with the sight of another persons death
   I regret what I did when it's just too late
   I even ate human steaks and eyeballs like grapes
   It's a big mistake, but the mind knows know boundaries
   It's been years and still the police never found me
   Astounding with technology and forensics
   And experts and people who have these sixth senses
   I guess its depression that I have Gods blessing
   If he wanted me to stop I would've seen some detectives
   Decrepit, Decayed, Morbid my brain
   It's all them things and it's rotting away
   And starting today, I'm gonna try and stop all the killing
   Aw, whom I kiddin'? It's only the beginning
   I like to cut em open and see what makes them tick
   And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick
  
   [Verse 3]
   My sinphony, conjures up images of misery
   Picture thee crime scene photos of the grisly
   Ax I portray on a day to day
   I came to say, I won't stop till this pains away
   My brains decay, and eating at my thoughts I can feel it
   There's a rat inside my head nawing at my spirit
   I can hear it, chewing on my cerebral cortex
   Crawling its way tryin' to escape outta my forehead
   Your all dead, zombies try to walk among the living
   As I'm sitting there's a choir in my mind and it's singing
   An orchestra of madness, sinphony of sickness
   Philharmonic illness, Nirvana when I feel this
   Melodic and I feel bliss, Schizophrenic realness
   I'm unstoppable horrible and I'm fearless
   My lyrics are a cry for help cant you hear this
   I'm a danger to society and I'm careless
   A tickin' time bomb just waitin' to detonate
   So get it straight, I don't rap about my jewelry and escalade
   I'm swept away by the evil that some how got into me
   Years from now you'll see its prophetic in my sinphony
  
   [Chorus: repeat 2X]
   Don't know what got into me
   I just show how it could be
   Why am I so sick, you see
   In the meanest Sinphony

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