Paroles de Sound of Head on Conrete
It gets no realer than these impostors in your faceYou seem like a nice kid, beware the monsters that you chase
I've chased my tail, through Adam Smith's greatest plantations
And when they mocked me, disowned my creations
If you're not Disney Club enough, reality can't break your stride
A persona is not defined by who they offend and why
If you know your enemies, you know yourself
If you have no enemies, you're nobody
Better to be nobody than every man
I'm not like you, I talk with my hands and I'm boiling on a molecular level
These are the tears of the machines of the gods, couldn't be any worse even if the world was gone
You're either with me or against me, either stone me or defend me
You can exude demons all day, but still feel not empty
This Christian lady at Pizza Hut used to say god had his hands on me
I wonder if he still does, and if he is he must me strangling me
With his magnifying glass pointing fire at my feat
"I love the way you dance and you cry, while you're dying in the street"...
Try to write topical songs, but ideas, they rain on me
When I think about life, it's good if you don't care about anything
No pigs in my blood, only the cold taste of rain, refreshing until my teeth fall out Used to be a big mouth ego maniac, now I listen a lot
Wanna visit the Arab world before we bomb it to a parking lot
Wanna live on the edge and not get sucked into the abyss
Looking for life in the cracks in the walls, you could say I drift
Between this world and one we've already destroyed
Up to my neck in confusion, or is it lava?
If you have no enemies, you're nobody
Better to be nobody than every man
I'm not like you, I talk with my hands and I'm boiling on a molecular level
These are the tears of the machines of the gods, couldn't be any worse even if the world was gone
You're either with me or against me, either stone me or defend me
You can exude demons all day, but still feel not empty
This Christian lady at Pizza Hut used to say god had his hands on me
I wonder if he still does, and if he is he must me strangling me
With his magnifying glass pointing fire at my feat
"I love the way you dance and you cry, while you're dying in the street"...
Try to write topical songs, but ideas, they rain on me
When I think about life, it's good if you don't care about anything
No pigs in my blood, only the cold taste of rain, refreshing until my teeth fall out Used to be a big mouth ego maniac, now I listen a lot
Wanna visit the Arab world before we bomb it to a parking lot
Wanna live on the edge and not get sucked into the abyss
Looking for life in the cracks in the walls, you could say I drift
Between this world and one we've already destroyed
Up to my neck in confusion, or is it lava?
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