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Text skladby: Buck 65-Untitled
* yes, the actual name of the song is "Untitled"
I wondered the fields and listen for the sound of drums The colder the ground becomes the closer I get I home The planets not fit to roam but with all the chaos But, when I saw the savages I played the law of averages And when the river splits in half, I start to lose my wits and laugh And cry at the same time, there's nothing I can do about it Even though I wouldn't doubt it, if the winds began to blow And carry the sounds of my voice to the lands below So I put my hands around my mouth and hollered to the sunken city
That, wallows in the filth of it's own drunken pity And wait to see a signal but a signal is never seen Eventually fatigue builds inside me exponentially and so I sleep And dream that I'm able to FLY they will respect a man with wings! Later I awake, in agony and learn That while I was sleeping the city had burned Shrugging my shoulders, I paused and gathered thoughts Think twice about staying put, then decide I rather not So I press on in my agnostic pilgrimage Knowing that I can swim deeper than the grim reaper Ready for whatever sea creatures may abound When the water swallows me and not the other way around Survival saw me through the mechanical district Starvation lays to bay cannibalistic I have to rely on cons and silence and on talking quick Defending myself with nothing but this walking stick I've never had friends and no parental guidance I'm wild at heart and weird on top, I'm feared nonstop Even though my rage is worn out My life's a book with several pages torn out I just, climb trees and look for rhythm everywhere
I used to be the town crier in a city of stone throwers Until my soul was laid bare and displayed in the pearled square Ignored, more than a lot, not less, no one understood my thought, process I was gagged and bound over noise complaints But, commanding the resolve that destroys constraints I, found my escape in a melding of memories The next thing I know, I'm rowing this boat And blowing this note on an old tarnished trumpet
Ever since then I've been wondering lots Watching the sky and pondering thoughts Strange angel, music box genie Behind for sometime and now I'm blind in one eye And how this happened exactly will never be known
My thoughts take the shape of the hang-mans house Never fails in time traveling salesman visit
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