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Fluids
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fluids was released on November 26, 2012 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Better.Luck.Next.Life
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Release DateNovember 26, 2012
LabelHigh Focus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Scissor
Ed Scissor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R Legge
R Legge
Composer
Thomas Hawkins
Thomas Hawkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Signs of weakness hide your features
Silence lines your lies and lights the mire like the fire leeches
Sucking blood from righteous people
One million dead a day equates to nothing in this maze
Picture patterns my brain displays
Are stunted, some are something evil
Above the world, below the ocean, it's the same for every species
When the rockets start to fizz from turrets pointing skyward
Something's coming fast and flaming out your country's bases
Tasked with tasks of ultraviolence, mark this as your last creation
Death is such a fact of life I'm done with running
So I just park the car and leave the
Engine running until my tenure's dusted
I thought I heard you mumble something
As you went under, something beautiful
Still, try to focus on this loaded musket
I despise the vacant nature in your eyes
Shining like a lake at night
Wading out to take a knife to lady types, name your price
I'll do you three for two to break a smile
Back to basic ways of life, let us see if Satan's right
Look into my eyes, you'll see Godzilla on a mountain side
Taking off his suit before the motion picture's plagiarised
Stranger days, I'm changing minds
Tape cassettes and A-road signs
I would wait for hours just to eat one of your Quavers twice
I would jump on jets and planes to swim inside your flesh again
Fingering the venom 'til the venom turns my flesh to veins
Yeah I know we're strange and that our fluids are the fucking same
But we should still investigate if our metrics still engage
Flickers in the fuse box, will the sparks still feed the flame?
Let's let fires breathe again
Settle 'til we breathe again
Tremors in my dreams today
Deathly silence falls just like the darkness on
The dreams we made together in these demon days
If Armageddon cometh, that's when you'll be feeling gutted
Gutted like an eel struggling, reeling in the grease and rubbish
Screaming 'til your breathing starts
To cease, a sea of stars and comets
Global hyper colour summits, light years from this lethal loving
There were these people coming, from overseas or something
Their vessels settled several meters from the beach's stomach
They came with bags of jewels and words of wonder
Shinier than sun rays on a steeple's summit
Vials filled with lethal substance
So why do we really need to speak
When everything is laid upon the table cloth already, time to eat
So why do we really need to speak
When everything is laid upon the table cloth, amazing shit to eat
So why do we really need to speak
When everything is laid upon the table cloth already, time to eat
So why do we really need to speak
When everything is laid upon the table cloth, amazing shit to eat
Written by: R Legge, Thomas Hawkins
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