CKY - All Power To Slaves
Tekst :
theres no need to be thinking for yourself or at all
the overrated are locked inside of man, the weak and small
the universe is stalled, but your standards still stand tall
the digression of the civillized, preparing for the fall...
the fall!
expanding the boundaries of only one side
seeking the real and exposing their pride
if no one s around to fear what they say...
all power to slaves
we re freed from the inferior shell
there was no way to tell
a sacred new beginning when their feeble kingdom fell...
they fell!
expanding the boundaries of only one side
seeking the real and exposing their pride
if no one s around to fear what they say...
all power to slaves
we firmly established the dull and behaved
now no ones around to fear what they say...
all power to slaves Inne utwory
Disengage the simulator Sniped CKY give head Sink into the underground Rio Bravo Flesh into gear Eye of the tiger Chinese freestyle Plastic plan The undiscovered numbers and colors Deceit is striking gold Attached at the hip Fat fuck Lost in a contraption Far cry behind Drunken freestyle Flame Frenetic amnesic Losowe utwory
You hear my words my pictures on your sleeve, imagination paints a window into me, but that s one sided.
you ll have to meet me face to face before you justify projections.
am i what you want? just what you expected? but the me that s me seems we...
Futaribun no aozora o kimi wa te de kakotta
Hi no nioi no suru kusa o boku wa te ni musunda
Kaze o se ni ima bokura ga hashirinuketa yo
Ano oozora mezashite ta
Tooku e...
Koete yuku haruka natsu mo wataru kawa no nagare mo
Itsuka kawatte itsuka wasurete
Onaji omoi mamorezu iru
Futaribun no aozora ni...
Nie skarżę się
Myślę że akceptuję
To drżenie rąk
I serca kołatanie
Tak wiele jest uroku
W hiperwentylacji..
Uwielbiam
Gdy cucisz mnie policzkiem
Ubustwiam wprost
Spotukać się w szczerym polu
Z agorafobią
Co kilka dni umawiam się
W windzie z klaustrofobią
Weszły mi w krew pogaduszki
Z nozofobią
Spread it out over time and find out
Your prone to let it go
And it lives
All about the undead devotion
About to let it go
You seem to live
Drop me into the mouth of sorrow
Wait to swallow me...
Ptasie skrzydła senne jeszcze
mokre pióra pachną deszczem
wszystko szare w szarym oknie
świat u drzwi cierpliwie moknie
może kiedyś wrócisz do mnie
puste miejsce w moim oknie
gdybyś chciał gdybyś mógł
oddać mi wolność twoich snów
przestrzeń lot swobodny lot
kiedy już odlecisz stąd
weź ze sobą...