I. simple souls overload as i explode data banks
'cuz the earth & space gave birth to this paleface
Supreme -- linguistic -- mental machine your brain cells swell -
The intellects extreme
Fire fills my veins as eye proclaim my resistance to the mind-swapping parasites that feed off my existence as eye --
Skin the burn to relearn the royal plan
Somewhere out beyond the edges in the depths of spirit land
Its authentic, apocalyptic destroyer
Damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder
A monument of crisis -
Eye strikes this - your dead line my nest with your soul --
Cleansed in bloodshed

Battle ready! poets gonna take control
Battle ready souls violate parole
Battle ready violently invade your home
-- breaking the bones of those who pose

Ii. commanding the mic -- striking up a verb-fest mass destruction is my function - time to put it to the test in combat ---
Attacking since way back in the days eye drew praise for the way that eye slayed facts formulating flows in revolutionary science its the catastrophic prophet from the anarchist alliance
Freaking techniques --
This creature of speech ewe feel the fury of devastation cuz ewe ewe tasted defeat
Eye'm alone on my throne in this universe of fear royalty divides my soul --
In this role eye'm revered as the pinnacle -- lyrical master --
Queen of disaster eye ruin brain fluid --
The unknown is whut eye'm after


Shaking up the world -- just like the 2nd coming of christ --
When eye write --
Thrice divine with this goddess sight wurdz will flow --
Wounds will grow ewe know --
Bones will be exposed from the force that eye unload
Its the soul eater!! --
Mic bleeder with the voice of chaos eye got the nectar of the gods flowing from my mental pod gather the flock --
Alarm your block tell them the shepherds have come & got the keys to unlock a holy war --
Thru your veins it courses more lyrical artillery than the armed forces supernatural --
Styles be volatile its the mind manipulator --
The war child


Come! shadow soldiers! we came to defy - ewe living life as a lie we embryonic satellites need our freedom to fly to watch ewe die! -- agonizing cries are heard in stereo eye'm visualizing battlefield scenarios in the line of fire -- watching empires fall into attack position -- eliminate all!!! my species!!!

[chorus] [outro]

My species! no surrender!

Tradução Adicionar à playlist Tamanho Cifra Imprimir Corrigir
Composição: Jason McGuire / Mark Bistany / Otep Shamaya / Robert Patterson. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.
Enviada por Paula e traduzida por Jefferson. Revisão por jaime. Viu algum erro? Envie uma revisão.

Posts relacionados

Ver mais no Blog