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Das ist eigentlich ein Raptext, nicht wundern.
Green Cat-Sung Lullabies
Two young people on a three-tier wedding cake
Whose smiles shine brighter than a child soldier’s flash grenade
And while the couple’s laughing at their first dance
Some people hop around to get at least the chance
To survive in the blood and mud mixed rain drops
Gettin’ raped by some self-appointed rogue cops
21st century, still acting like wild dogs
Wanta bone? Here you go, we got enough corpses...
Let’em grow old, it’s gonna end up in a blast
And if the world goes bright, they’re actually blowin' it up, no chance
Plant a new cherry tree - Again, they cut it down like trash
They’re never gonna learn, don’t even try to recompense (for it)
Next step they’re sure, it’ll work out all right
Backwards, hey good job! Straight onto your landmine
Poisoned vultures lyin’ right beside’em
Hard luck, congrats, if you make it over next time!
[Chorus (oder so)]
And soldier daddy’s chewin’ on a gun
Then the bullet’s tearing up his tongue
And his daughter’s home, having fun, drunk mum,
Unaware that he will never (ever) come (BACK!)
Let us build another state of mind
With green cat-sung lullabies
And if the red manticore’s still terrified
We won’t get him back his pride – nevermind...
[Nicht mehr Chorus]
Jump into a half-empty glass of water
What did you expect? It’s spilling over
And everybody’s looking back and jumping after
No water left, just dead bodies and canned laughter
And you lift your kids on cherry trees
Write critical profound poetries
Lay down there a list of what you need
Just before your dog devours it, oops? Bon appétit!
Re-engage, grab an axe and chop’em into pieces
(Wha)t’ about we send them back our mighty god – greetings
Huh, you don’t need it? Can’t even breath with
The undisputed truth upon your belly button-piercing?
Nailed it, why would you even try to kill another man
Firmly convinced that his faith is worth a perma-ban
‘K, go ahead but take it to the playground over there
And fight around about who has the best imaginary friend.
Embarrassing how they try to argue with the whole world
Blinding out the fact that they’re already outnumbered
So now since I cheeky implicated common evilness
I won’t separate myself and stone you in my house of glass:
Introverted, complicated, unconfident tuna head
Egocentric laziness, melodramatic smart aleck
Gaming freak, anime weeb – well, generally visionary,
Ordinary, actually unnecessary everyman.
Note: Tunahead steht für ‘nen Spitznamen aus der Schulzeit, nicht wundern.
Erbittere Verbesserungsvorschläge.
Green Cat-Sung Lullabies
Two young people on a three-tier wedding cake
Whose smiles shine brighter than a child soldier’s flash grenade
And while the couple’s laughing at their first dance
Some people hop around to get at least the chance
To survive in the blood and mud mixed rain drops
Gettin’ raped by some self-appointed rogue cops
21st century, still acting like wild dogs
Wanta bone? Here you go, we got enough corpses...
Let’em grow old, it’s gonna end up in a blast
And if the world goes bright, they’re actually blowin' it up, no chance
Plant a new cherry tree - Again, they cut it down like trash
They’re never gonna learn, don’t even try to recompense (for it)
Next step they’re sure, it’ll work out all right
Backwards, hey good job! Straight onto your landmine
Poisoned vultures lyin’ right beside’em
Hard luck, congrats, if you make it over next time!
[Chorus (oder so)]
And soldier daddy’s chewin’ on a gun
Then the bullet’s tearing up his tongue
And his daughter’s home, having fun, drunk mum,
Unaware that he will never (ever) come (BACK!)
Let us build another state of mind
With green cat-sung lullabies
And if the red manticore’s still terrified
We won’t get him back his pride – nevermind...
[Nicht mehr Chorus]
Jump into a half-empty glass of water
What did you expect? It’s spilling over
And everybody’s looking back and jumping after
No water left, just dead bodies and canned laughter
And you lift your kids on cherry trees
Write critical profound poetries
Lay down there a list of what you need
Just before your dog devours it, oops? Bon appétit!
Re-engage, grab an axe and chop’em into pieces
(Wha)t’ about we send them back our mighty god – greetings
Huh, you don’t need it? Can’t even breath with
The undisputed truth upon your belly button-piercing?
Nailed it, why would you even try to kill another man
Firmly convinced that his faith is worth a perma-ban
‘K, go ahead but take it to the playground over there
And fight around about who has the best imaginary friend.
Embarrassing how they try to argue with the whole world
Blinding out the fact that they’re already outnumbered
So now since I cheeky implicated common evilness
I won’t separate myself and stone you in my house of glass:
Introverted, complicated, unconfident tuna head
Egocentric laziness, melodramatic smart aleck
Gaming freak, anime weeb – well, generally visionary,
Ordinary, actually unnecessary everyman.
Note: Tunahead steht für ‘nen Spitznamen aus der Schulzeit, nicht wundern.
Erbittere Verbesserungsvorschläge.
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