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Sadistik

Bad Timing

 

Bad Timing

(album: Prey For Paralysis - 2011)


[Kristoff Krane:]
Without a doubt in my mind, in the blink of an eye
The world as we know it will be-come blind
All the seas will go dry, all the creatures will die
All the trees will tower over and us humans will hide
We'll look up at the sky and repeat the word 'why'
And deep down in our hearts we will plead for our lives

And there's one angel in the breeze
She sends me messages when my antenna's able to receive
Every single choice I make affects the way she dreams
So I try my best to be awake and know when she goes to sleep
Cause to me we're a team, kill the king, feel the queen
Self esteem builds in me until I see the guillotine
I guess it's time to kneel, if heaven is a lesson I can learn how to steal
And if death is imperfection
Then my head is just a weapon
And my weaver has no web and
My net is filled with holes

[Sadistik:]
My little Salem witch
Keep playing with fire
But you're standing on a bridge

My counter-top's split in half, glasses of different wines
I interpret as fantastic or simply fine
Tap dancing on the thinnest ice
Just to entertain the phantasms I get at night so get it right
This is my mental symphony presented anamorphic on an eye level silver screen
Killed the screams, you will find echoes still in me
That see beyond myself like it's dimethyltryptamine

There's no angels in the breeze
And the one that's on my shoulder I just strangled with a string
That I tied around my finger to remind me that I don't believe in angels
I'm a skeptic I don't focus on the labels
Unless it's just a personal hobby, I can hear opportunity nervously knocking
I go into the shop to get some words upon my body
To reflect what's on the inside, my surface is rotting

[Kristoff Krane:]
I think that I'm dead, there's a kink in my neck
I'm just sinking instead so I sing like a kid
The pacific northwest I go hunting for rocks
Till the knots in my head slowly work themselves out
(I escape) with my friends (I create) with my friends
(I debate) with my friends (and I change) with my friends
Till the day comes where I say goodbye to my friends
Bad timing

done

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