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Deadly Silhouettes

 

Deadly Silhouettes

(アルバム: Generation Gaming XXIII: Breakfast At Limmy's - 2021)


Sunrays slice through the smoke
Fires blaze o'er men killed in one stroke
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
Sunrays slice through the smoke
Fires blaze o'er men killed in one stroke
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old

Ay, how's it going, alright?
I've just been battered by a samurai
Woke up without an arm
And a big gap in my memory
My head is spinning
Feel like I've been necking ketamine
I mean, did you ever wake up in a stranger's bed
With a prosthetic limb?
Losing an arm's confusing and I'm maladjusted
So I use a katana to slice you like bananas in custard
Thrusted through guts, this weapon with which I've been entrusted
It's getting redder and redder but never rusted
It's just encrusted with blood, pus, S&B mustard
My butter knife abusing every substance, never busted
Bloodlust, id destructive disgust prigs
Who are like "you can't discuss this", I just did
Can't find my acts inscribed inside historical manuscripts
But you can't deny the wolf with one arm had a hand in this
Fuck Ramesses, fuck your God and what he demands of us
Look on my works and weep, it's frank to see I'm Ozymandias
Osmanthus chrysanthemums, lavender carry a threat
They tell you you're my next puppet, reluctant marionette
Parry and pirouette, poised to steal your breath
A cigarette, a silhouette, experiencing a second sudden death

Sunrays slice through the smoke
Fires blaze o'er men killed in one stroke
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
Sunrays slice through the smoke
Fires blaze o'er men killed in one stroke
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old

It's so cold out, why are the fragile flowers flourishing?
You'd be surprised to find that frozen blood is hella nourishing
The pinwheel spins, you reveal your skin's real thin
Too scared to avenge your kin from fear though fear is an inbuilt thing
You've got to seize it and mold it and shape it to your will
Fear is an energy you tame and train it through your skill
Every day through perspiration leaving you fulfilled
Changing the steepest gradient mountain ranges to molehills
It's like when Morpheus gave you two small pills
You can stay safe with the blue one or choose a truth more trill
But if you refuse to prove your feudal zeal
My blade will fill your belly to the hilt like New York grill
Feel my blade mess up the side of your face
Like Gaz from Supergrass, your stupid ass lying in state, mourned only by Susuki grass
A hollow borrowed sorrow so I'll grant you a new horror
Grab you and stab you into tomorrow with kuro's kusabimaru
Can you cut a man through like bamboo without a thank you?
Damn, douche, every day these fresh flows go over your head, shampoo
There can only be one shinobi at once, as OP as Obi Wan Kenobi
'Cause once he totes his wand he goes, "See, no, a onesie's not a kimono"
A momentary loss of focus is a costly mistake
'Cause shinobi versus dragon ninja? There's more than lost profits at stake
What will it take to make you topple and break your poise?
You're like a toddler when I break your toys, yeah, make some noise

Sunrays slice through the smoke
Fires blaze o'er men killed in one stroke
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
Sunrays slice through the smoke
Fires blaze o'er men killed in one stroke
Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old

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