Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nils Haack
Trumpet
Luke Hülsmann
Piano
Maximilian Keller
Upright Bass
Taymour Khajah
Performer
Elias Prell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taymour Khajah
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm a dead man reborn
Migrating from this barren land
All sins laid bare
In the sun
To wash under heat and sweet sting
Of sticky date rum and third degree burns
No deeds here
No deeds seen anywhere
Never lived to tell the tale
Or taste such delights
All promised in the afterlife
All promises broken in the promise of an afterlife
All promises broken in the promise of money in the afterlife
Girls, cars, drugs, pleasure, love in the afterlife
Reborn naked and i don't fear the water
Reborn naked and i don't fear the water
I'll walk on it carrying the memory of you if it even lives
To stand above the noise that is intruding so vigorously
Penetrating and seeing through walls that shouldn't be seen through
How could I ever expect you to consider me
When you yourself were so deprived
And I, of your scent
With the elephant and the groom jaws on the floor watching
Now feasts over pack up! Forgive the hosts bad manners
Theres work to be done
Never ending work
Work never done
And work never ending
Never never working
Non-stop
And never ever ending
I said work to be protruding and love to be pretending
That I'm a dead man reborn
Migrating to the depths of hell
And below that another five hundred stories
Same cycle continue and its the same story
I'll leave stacks on this path to make you happier for me
Rims, shines, kicks, deluxe editions make you happier for me
I'm a dead man walking
Immersed in water still naked
No acknowledgement, no virtue cause my memory still vacant
Empathy zero degree bordering on Marilyn
Cognitive dissonance of a modern American
But an ass that fat will make me come back as a dead man reborn
Elevating to new heights
Natively pursuing evil to speak over the last rites
Old glory
No glory
I'm a dead man reborn
Living blind in a blindfold
Look at me
I'm the reason for your pain, hurt, ache, sting, chronic or simple
Tears, blood, sex, jive, physics, your mental
Health, life, scars, cries
The hole in your center
You still looking now?
Okay!
Your eyes seeing wrong!
Looking dead in the center
Look, see, watch, stare, gaze but never receptive
Paycheck inflation yet still never receptive
Wetdream on wetdream yet never receptive
As a dead man unknown
No new stories are told
No past, no future, no present, no gift
No inch of mercy
No life, no breath, no wit, no tenants
No inch of mercy
Now come, come lets hurt each other
In the unspeakable name of a dead man reborn
Multiplied by the hundreds
We all cry by the hundreds
Live and die before we see your symbols burn in fire by the hundreds
Lowkey that doesn't sound too bad
Once upon a time now
Once upon a time these chains were too strong
But now oh now they crack open with the slightest pressure
Fuck your forces
No offense
And no more sense in what is left
But fuck your faces I avoid them
Tell me more
I check my boo she's ovulating
Laugh and say that this dick ain't free
You looking at me like it ain't a big ass check
Waiting to be unravelled and unboxed
Hanging under the family Christmas tree
You looking at me like you never loved me
You looking at me like you
Like you never loved
Writer(s): Taymoor Khajah
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