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Hell's Winter

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Hell's Winter κυκλοφόρησε στις 20 Σεπτεμβρίου 2005 από Blacktop Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Hell's Winter

Λεπτομέρειες τραγουδιού

ΆλμπουμHell's Winter

Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας20 Σεπτεμβρίου 2005

ΕτικέταBlacktop Records

ΓλώσσαEnglish

Μελωδικότητα

Ακουστικότητα

Βαλάνς

Χορευτικότητα

Ενέργεια

BPM89

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cage

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Palko

Composer, Lyrics

Στίχοι

There's something in the way, not for Dr. Zoomer

Hocked a tumor in a loogie and left it in Montezuma

Swam back to the U.S. after Russian roulette

No deal on the table, give me a label to suplex

Came to fill 'em with pain, take a print of my brain

Flash it on the screen, you won't leave the cinema sane

Had a following fondling, it wouldn't let go

'Til I spiked the easy football into the Def Jux endzone

And when it hit the grass, it covered the crowd with mud

Mom slipped my bare ass out, I covered the ground with blood

Then she wiped it on my face like war paint

Then slapped me, I ain't cry, I'ma die with a hardcore brain

Cracked the door's frame, when I opened the world around it

Exhaled the hinges in the air with them ounces

My frontal lobe bounces off the wall, then it rocks from

The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun

I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces

Keep cuttin' my hands when I put it back together in species

In a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches

Me how to design perfect masks around new creatures

We're goin' too far, nobody could reach us

I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches

Until my last breath, they'll be screamin' from the bleachers

Then I'll be dead like all my teachers

Despite all my rage, I'm a rat in a cage

Disguise communicates her love, injectin' bleach in my eyes

The dubiously demented, dented the dependent cradle

Slipped through a grasp on the broken glass, highly unstable

I left that label unable to keep my masters

No whip, broke as shit, chick left me a week after

Over-dosage of mushrooms, no ugly obstacles

Hit the handsome boy record, same day I fled the hospital

In the club, I don't dance, I stand with a glass of vodka

Come to terms I'm just like my bastard father

Left my mother with a kid, it flipped her lid

When I started to look like him, she threw me out the crib

And I was only two, my grandmother was a hit for youth

Just dropped Agent Orange and ain't got no dough to fix this tooth

I'm thinkin' out loud, I hate life like that matters

Lettin' shit out and it happened to fit in the rat pattern

I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces

Keep cuttin' my hands when I put it back together in species

In a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches

Me how to design perfect masks around new creatures

We're goin' too far, nobody could reach us

I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches

Until my last breath, they'll be screamin' from the bleachers

Then I'll be dead like all my teachers

I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces

For each motherfucker that fucked my

Mother over, would leave me to be this

Drug-addicted menace, ain't shit to do in this place

No longer flinchin' from stepdad's punches to the face

My bond to the drug, calm to the tub

Filled to the top with warm water to sink into, arms full of blood

Not even thirteen, lookin' to exit left

A mess, could care less about life, just keep my Pumas fresh

Until the worms eat my flesh, I guess they better burn me

These are the thoughts of a child, I keep to thirty

I lack patience, 'til I was packed with patients

In a mental facility, force-fed all the wrong medications

Prozac guinea pig, I don't feel bipolar

But got a folder that claims I am and a stack that reaches my shoulder

Music, my only savior in every instance

Makes each one of you a profit to my existence

I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces

Keep cuttin' my hands when I put it back together in species

In a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches

Me how to design perfect masks around new creatures

We're goin' too far, nobody could reach us

I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches

Until my last breath, they'll be screamin' from the bleachers

Then I'll be dead like all my teachers

Written by: Chris Palko

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