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rustlah – the horsemen كلمات اغاني

there was a stream loose
a port with no support crews
a short fuse
to those portals that were more used
a sore wound a co-rs- boost
supposed for those
that wars choose, you port
the storm through the warn boots
of any one of four dudes
first step you take a breath
as death and feel ok except
you know the answer to the question of whats coming next
and cash the checks of those who
made their bets but never paid their debts
they lay in bed afraid to sleep
and pray to he whose soul they keep
they slowly weep
you coldly creep
in through they window sill
they tell themselves this isn’t real
attempt too late to make a deal
though they know their fate is sealed
pestilence medicine excrament
the final testament
you leverage it against the sick
to show em what a giver does
rats and bugs withered up thugs
the walking dead casualties
faces lathered with booze and batteries
this virus actually manifest
in a factory and spread through usb
ask yourself who’s using me?
are human beings just a new disease?
is rumor freeing the truth from me?
no food to eat in streets
where people cheat the populace
consciousness is just a weathered monument
too busy going jamon to recognize the famine
as it struck the land and left em swimming up
a stream of blood, theres demons in those salmon
and in the sand bio bots that fly and rot
the sky is hot, acid washed, and fire spot’s
pimples popped the earths face a wasted crop

you are starving children screaming towards an angry god
you are bones that walk, and lips that taste like chalk
you were humans till the chase to create
an alien erased your race in the final battle for a base
they didn’t come from outer sp-ce
we built you, but every child rebels against its maker
you are war, with eyes that shine from lasers
mechanized leader hive mind
climb the ports in every spine to redefine danger
the drone ranger, cloned anger
locust cloud nano crowd biting every hand thats out
every skeletal finger tip dripped in dread
every metal tool lingers in the lips of death
every heart beats slower as disease
eats the fat from the cheeks, new leech speak
and famine feeds the cause for war and peace
is just another thing the hors-m-n sell to you
ask yourself which angel are you
ask yourself which rider are you
pull the port, stop the boost
but you’re still riding
pull the port, stop the boost
and you’re still rising

- rustlah

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