The bars are swinging like Tarzan I’m bringing…More drama from the start this is the beginning…Make a killing from a carcass, put a bid in…Catch pidgeons, willingly dastardly villains…But this vision’s a mirage, cause when you look back it was sand that your lungs were drinking…and you didn’t have a chance, so many parts hidden in the past where you can’t get ‘em…over-thinking now the boat’s sinking, Rome kingdom’s gone down in flames…Globe’s shifting and going the whole distance, low-positioned still bound in chains…No one knows if this shit’s about to change…Throwin’ bricks, when they land they bounce again…No witnesses left to counter-claim…Looked for the clues but they never found remains…Who’s waiting while losing patience?...Do you feel confused, you hallucinating?...Ever left rooms like they’re fumigating?...But you don’t know why, no illuminating true explanation…Of your evacuation, you just had to leave and abandon the scene?...For new destinations, use up the savings random it seems, but it had to be…Checking out, punching the clock… Crumble up & down, crunching up numbers you got…Have you suffered enough? Are you on the chopping block? It’s a double-bluff that these motherfuckers will plot…Under the kosh, know what the trouble is?...You’re rudderless, and rummage through the rubbish bins…Discovering fish bones and wish bones…But the kids know they ain’t found the mother ship…Standing in the No-Zone, waiting for the right time…Planning when you go home, all the things you might find…Looking for the Holy Grail ‘til you’re old and frail…Sold on a tale that was totally unreal…Holding onto the hope of what the cloak reveals…But your only hope’s from a ghost in a shell…Told you’re a host for programmed codes, so closely involved there’s no one else…But over and over the shadows falter, when you notice cobras exposed from their stealth…Looking for the Holy Grail til you’re old and frail…Sold on a tale that was totally unreal…Holding onto the hope of what the cloak reveals…But your only hope’s from a ghost in a shell…Told you’re a host for programmed codes, so closely involved there’s no one else…But over and over the shadows falter, as you notice cobras encroaching with stealth… Standing in the No-Zone, waiting for the right time…Planning when you go home, all the things you might find……
credits
from Young Blood Old Tricks,
released May 12, 2017
All songs COPYRIGHT / COPYCLAIM, 2016.
:Tobius :Butcher.
:Sebastien :Froment.
:William-alexander :Tarzian.
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