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Time (Repeat)
Metal
Time (Repeat) was released on June 15, 2001 by 3165972 Records DK as a part of the album Antidote
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Release DateJune 15, 2001
Label3165972 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice Mitchell
Maurice Mitchell
Songwriter
Christopher Fry
Christopher Fry
Songwriter
Daniel Bobis
Daniel Bobis
Songwriter

Lyrics

Where do we go now?
One dimensional
Paper-made profile like a lost child
Build and destroy. Assault and deploy. The decoy. The me inside of the weak
Boy
A win, a loss. A minute lost. Definite costs. A minimal image bringing in a limited
Accord
Where do we go from here?
Soul bare. The inflated tear. We made it here. Men try in vain to fight the hated
Air
Blood in veins quench the seas and drench the ground appear. A crown of
Thorns around your head and hair. I said its clear
Impair the sight as light comes near, bent on the stroke of man’s discontent
Proletariat laureates. The thorn to your detriment. The fifth percent
Skewing a picture bent. A filament bright like the legacy of Isis
Who converts a cup of Cris’ to the cult of Christ? It’s the zeitgeist of the times
Turning blood to wine and making red rum
Murder makes murder...
What!!
-Staring at stone widows (LIES)
-Fallen angels reproach (LIES)
-Coming from the watery abyss
-Dead pigs smell like burnt halos
Throw it all away
Haunt us past mistakes
Time suspends a call
From the depths of Hell
We’ve been here since life begat. Everything we do, you react (REPEAT)
Can’t bring it back. No pact, no act can reverse the sands of time for no man
This is a fact since we’ve been black. Before blacks cracked rocks with olmecs
(what)
The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back
(THIS CAN’T BE IT)
The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back If you come, come correct
(THIS WORLD’S WORTHLESS)
The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back If you come, come correct
(THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ELSE)
The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back If you come, come correct
(THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE)
Blood in, blood out. Budding moral. Crumbling, come out. Birth to a child
It comes around (REPEAT)
Over and Over, It’s deafening everything. Bury it, carry it. Return, its leveling
Written by: Christopher Fry, Daniel Bobis, Maurice Mitchell
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