[Fliptrix] Where the hell did the sun go? Allow the 1 to 6 I'm in a zone that's unknown Location X No friends and no foes No shotta dem No tens and no O's Money makes the world go round It's stone cold, so much so I saw the galaxy froze From this blood red road Lizards on a throne Made out of bags of bones Cameras catch souls So the hood and cap sold The hood, they never vote They left the ballot box closed Like the coffins À la carte flows Food for thoughts old So the maggots start slow Cocoon in the brain Degrade and get exposed Butterfly effect Raising life from the mould The past is forgotten While the future's untold I'm stuck in the middle Trying to hold on to both Angels with their clipped wings Are climbing the ropes Denied by default They caught a knife in the throat Triple nine never helped Cause the line was on hold Flipped the numbers round Then I sighted the devil's code
We gotta run away To the sun shine We gotta runna runna away To the sun shine All I really wanna do is See the sunshine The sunshine All I wanna see's the sun shine
I see the sun through a tear drop Permeated in the eyes of the divine beauty Behind the windows of her soul Lies a priceless ruby Picture set in pitch blackness The silence moves me Inside the movie The storm formed eyes moody For better for worse It never saw right through me Far from a ghostly figure I'm living proof see I love music And never use the term loosely And bathe in their lunacy Crazy in the brain I remain in a state brutally Craving change Like I was deprived immunity I'm fighting when the futures bleak Nothing nice is new to me It's photogenic So I'm capturing it beautifully Developed in the darkness Bringing art to light crucially Guided by the stars They got the signs that Make us you and me Time waits for no man That's why we're always on our feet Personify my feelings When I let them loose To ride the beat Unify my mind and speech You define yourself Or suffocate in silence on the street Cause when the sun goes down You'll see the rivalry And hear the cry of screams [Chorus]
[Fliptrix] Excited eyes feed their minds With the desecration It's only fuel For the final detonation Red buttons pressed Making smithereens from faces Cutting up the pavements Like nothing here can save them Hollow hearted soldiers Crush love till it's vacant Pure disintegration No stand ovation Abandoned Without a platform or station Train of thoughts derailed Hells upon the nation
Compositores: David William Milne (Milne Dave), Alexander Gerrard Whitehead (Fliptrix) ECAD: Obra #42294613