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lirik lagu wrath of ford – saint sleep

[intro: werner herzog]
the television, it is ridiculous and it’s just destructive. it k!lls us, they k!ll our language, so we have to declare holy war against what we see every single day on television

[verse: saint sleep]
walking down a structure made from spirals
final destination ain’t no going backwards now
grew up loving faceless
corporations love to give them power over others
loyal to the brand militia in the congos, squirting oil out my pores
to fund another high*rise condo in the middle of toronto
saddle up the world is worse than what you make it (what you make it)
running out of options
purchasing my happiness from tеlevision infomercials
till i end up bluе and purple
nothing stays the same
except the ways we find to celebrate your exploitation
expectations lower in the human soul
i wanna tear it out your body and ingest it
another piggy with a service weapon covered in his brains
barely conscious insomniac
i’d rather take my happy pills, then get up for another day of being sober
need my soma, take it slow and up the dosage
don’t you dare start to hold out on my dopamine and serotonin
fill me up with meds until my corpse is happy and it’s bloated
[verse: lord distortion]
i been for the streets and i ain’t ever caught a love bug
smash and then i dash, i call it desperado sl*t f*ck
said he wanna buy but he ain’t ever got enough funds
ain’t opposed to getting high, depends on what the drug does
you just edgy like inverted crosses, sigils drawn and curses talkin’
all about them fantasies but evil lurk a different quadrant
you ain’t know reality and what it means to be a monster
you ain’t out here kicking no door, product flipped to buy some more
them demons fake as f*ck and truly darkness takes a different form
these junkies and this money is what really be a wicked source
no heaven in the sky and only h*ll the one he wanna snort
just for a pay stub, f*cking my faith up
one at a time, i’m leaving them face up
end of the day this consciousness is ate up
start of the next, i’m already laced up

[verse 2: saint sleep]
life is hard but i can make it harder
and the tunnel’s only getting darker
sell me holy water, sawed offs and a lot of*
saw dust in rotation, sinking into fog like harry mason
faces on the crt are haunted
by the souls of those who line up just to die with cash in hand
this nation dammed repeat the past, no safety in an anchor or a forecast
masses wish for safety but the people that they trust are sticking blades inside their back
i’ve learned i shouldn’t care so i never thought to ask
[verse: mavo]
nah, i never thought to mention it
caught within the sentence quick as smoke right out my breath again
method in the madness all so gradual when in the end
see everything is natural wrath grabbing these passages
i don’t know how it matches this, the stash inside ya mattresses
blood through the carpet full of hate
still starving either way
i’m apart of what of i’ve made
from the start of this craving falling father away
a slave to the way i behave
cradle graves the day awakens in the rain
we can’t act no more, this is actual casual murder inside ya avenue
magnifying the masses and battle rules
every story is tatted i’m seeing this clear
my exodus not reimagined this is nothing to fear
bleeding tears in this pen and all i see is what’s real now
yeah, nd i can’t sit back and let it go
red or blue, don’t matter, gonna pop both and end the show

- saint sleep

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