Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Интерфейс


Уровень сложности


Акцент



язык интерфейса

ru

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зарегистрироваться / войти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Или поддержи меня в соц. сетях:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Pinback

Grey Machine

 

Grey Machine

(альбом: Offcell - 2003)


On the left side
A parking attendant sleeps
Selling space and time.
On the right side
A parking attendant sleeps
Selling space and time.
They have grasped the concept
Of property.
Understand that space and time
Can be twisted into someone's
Monetary advantage.

But I can see myself
In that building that stands
Across from me.
Reflecting in the sky.
You can see yourself
Swim along with giant whales
Down the street,
Reflecting in the sky.
On sunny days
The people on the beach
Like ants in my food.
They must have closed the mall.
Here comes whitey to exploit
The simple pleasures nature gave me,
Then Try to tax them all.

...It's me in there
You can see yourself,
Reflecting in the sky.
Hey look, it's you.

I'm letting go,
It's scaring me.
Lay in the yard.
Curled in a ball.
Nails in your mouth.
Keys still in the car door.
Face in the dirt.
Smells more than clean.
Synapses tapped.
You're well out.
On the side of the house.
Its burned in the ground.
That secret code.
That signal go.
There's a stain on the grass
That's calling us home
You lie inside for the
Transistor send.
My heart skips a beat.
Lie, lie, lie, blinded.
Out of reach.
Out of touch.
Out of ink.
Out of kindness,
Never hazing new guys.
Out of teeth.
Out of thought.
Out of time.
Out of life
Like cattle grazing
Your mind.
On the way to the car.
On the head of the stone.
On the edge of the lake.
On the end of the joke.
On the crack of the floor
On the slab of the day.
On the dent of the face.
On the mind of the cop.
On the scar of the rat.
On the last of the calls.
On the rest of the doc.
On the smile of the kid.
On the underside.

Pick me up.
Take me home.
Get me out of here.
Please.
On the underside i'm letting go...
They know we're on to them.
We know to avoid their snare
They're pulling us back
We run for cover
Escape is far
I'm letting go...
Its scaring me
Break...
I'm gonna break...

Get me out of here.
Please.

готово

Ты добавил себе все незнакомые слова из этой песни?