I'm gonna lay down my burden Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Gonna lay down my burden Down by the riverside
Tulkojums: Smilga. Dalek puse.
Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential Mask meticulous movement towards central Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent
You view my calm as lack of confidence. I found solace in your type at bottom of bottle. Volatile soul shall least conform to your corporate world. Watch
Basic blocks to breath topple under bare bleeding feet Wince at stabbing pain in left lobe as mighty sword's unsheathed Source of all life lies in East
Adverse effect affect the 10that might listen Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest Better yet look
1. Spit vernacular tactical acts attain status. Spectacular terrain ingrained in deep patterns A possible protest viewed as progress With miniature steps
Subterranean maintain own tongue mongst ruins In subdued tones I speak of the flesh which entombs our inner core Who the blessed? Invade airwaves type
Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit. This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets. Never mind of who I am, son
my speech correct Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect If you remember HipHop nigga 'nuff respect Deadverse spoken with broken dalek
Terrain disfigured Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers
'm... serenaded by sincere tears often The honest only work to afford wooden coffins Done talking cause it's speech that allows for deceit This dalek
Carrying carcass, I cross threshold. The masses moan knowing that could quite possibly be their person Thirsting for final ounce of life To lie fetal
essence of entire subculture Physical still tortured Mental nurtured in nocturne I watch them watch me out of corner of eye Pupils dilate I speak ancient daleks
In midst of such madness I grasped that elusive real. You believe to know those surrounding your visual. So typical of life to slap me to humiliate.
In midst of struggle No movement's subtle Rely on skilled verbals since none stand eternal Learned men lose gnosis Life taken in small doses
I miss the burning of my flesh. Content in simple earthly pleasures Meaning only in breath you censor. Walk amongst the blessed, Digress into false posture
Within my turmoil lies no answers nonsense in sentence spoke backwrds tired of cowards. Worldview soured by hypocritical cynics listen to my lyrics before
