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saturday morning soundtrack - play dead til they kill you (feat. eyedea) كلمات الأغنية

[part i]

[chorus: eyedea]
i don’t smile, ’cause you’re not
i don’t play dead enough
brush you off, turn me on
blushin’ brain is mine to own
i don’t smile, ’cause you’re not
i don’t play dead enough
brush you off, turn me on
blushin’ brain is mine to own

[verse 1: ecid]
sellin’ one’s motor sk!lls is a complicated procedure
embedding the strings
can bring a great deal of rethinkin’
but once they’re installed
you won’t even need to think
let alone live for that matter
there’s an automated set of hands
pullin’ at every strand
so demand as much as robotically possible
it’ll undеrstand
i promise to honest
not to mention somеthing god wished he thought of
when he fooled earth into thinkin’ he adopted it
accomplishment’s a pathological lie
baptized by that beleif in
at least you f_ckin’ tried
compliance isn’t required
but highly requested
they’ve invested in your senses
and all they ask of you is your pride
[verse 2: impulse]
it all comes down someday
no matter how it’s built
eventually it breaks away
nothin’ is made to last
not even the life you hold in your fragile hands
hold on, while you can
don’t let go of what you have
keep it ‘til the end of this travel
when our flaws unravel together
to make a more magnificent mistake
expired in
one tired self
a slave to the day of being hired help
tryin’ to stay awake at the wheel
of life’s dealings
so you can’t see my true feelings
my skin peeling off the body
where i’m leakin’
relieving my inner insecurities
i surrender all my honesty
and render quality
all of me
a picture painted
some imperfections
my inner struggles teach lessons
[chorus: eyedea]
i don’t smile, ’cause you’re not
i don’t play dead enough
brush you off, turn me on
blushin’ brain is mine to own
i don’t smile, ’cause you’re not
i don’t play dead enough
brush you off, turn me on
blushin’ brain is mine to own

[verse 3: eyedea]
and what you call on fails
you’re just another season blowin’ sun
takin’ the wind out of my sails
brail read your blindspot
now we see eye_to_eye
cross the roads, cross the line
put me on your cross and watch me die
cast metal plate finish
before prayer and father rape
prostate
long live and prosperity
before mom’s awake
i’m a saint your a sinner
you’re an angel, i’m a drinker
i don’t wanna move
i don’t want you to be a better kisser
i hate you just the way you are
less freedom, more fanatic
every sun is not a star
let’s be blood brothers
mayhem scarred
find yourself and i’ll find me
in pretendin’ i’m who you are
[verse 4: capaciti]
dead, sp_ce
can’t cover_up the underlying message
that you feel inside your self_blame
isn’t it a shame?
pain feels so much like me
unlikely
yeah i know
but i’m a frightening look
at what could be
timing is a crook
so i’m hoping we can reach
to the point where we strain and struggle
and f_ckin’ blame the puzzle
for what we created in the haze of a subtle reaction
i’m not laughin’
better yet i’m askin’
for the presence of passion
i detached when
you seem most interested
which is the reason that you’re so distant

[verse 5: kristoff krane]
a compliment is just another selfish way
for me to say i hate your guts
for makin’ what i couldn’t make
see, guilt can’t be traded
only reproduced
and the only fair exchange
is when no one is accused
see, i’d have to be the sun to cast judgement on the rays
i’d have to be the light
shining through the leaves
on the trees
i’d have to be the stream
to really see the reflection
that i make out of belief
to put my needs in a direction
see i, i love life
i just justify the side effects
i don’t know what to do with myself lately
i wish the sky would eat me whole
so call me names
and you can call me out
but just because you have a mouth
doesn’t mean you need to keep it closed
i take it personal
i took a chance
i only have a journal so when i die
that i get respect
see, i only feel this way
so i can write it down
honest to god
i swear to the clutch of calm in withdrawal
i’ve been so caught up
in what i’m makin’
wiping the dust off my ambitions
that i almost forgot about the world that made me sickened
and the more i fool myself
the more this path seems safe
i’m inactive by nature
traveling in blank sp_ce
territory light
the life’s a story
and not permitting me
the planet is flat
and i am living
on the edge of this very land
’cause there’s a lot of things i can do when i get lost
i don’t need an audience
to remind me that i’m flawed
tomorrow’s just a star away
yesterday is gone
but it’s okay i got new
fate
and face
and makeup
and we’ll fight and make_up
and we’ll fight and make laws
and we’ll fight and break laws
and we’ll fight and break us

[part ii: freestyle]

[interlude]
(here try it)
(h_llo, h_llo, h_llo, yeah yeah)
(i’ll just move over here. i’ll just sit by chris, yeah)
(it’ll be—)
(never pointing it towards the speaker, so)
(unbeatable, unbeatable)
(yeah yeah, are you dodge? yee_ahh!)
(h_llo?)

[verse 1: ecid]
you can watch the claws grow
know that it will k!ll if i hold you close
development’s still not what you had hoped
so i will be constructing my self dug hope
the struggle between you and me won’t slow
cuddle close to what you control
as fast as the flash awakens you to sleep
i believe that you will be able to see this seize
pray for mirage
stay in touch with facade
face it with loss
shen chaos applauds

[verse 2: eyedea]
yes it’s good taste
tastes like broken glass
touch her face
make no mistakes and hope it lasts
she loves her dead parts
all of her head and some of her heart
the some of all things
is only something falling apart
you’re such a show_off
you’re such a touchy flame
between feet and f_ck
i fell in love with your pain
i make your secrets mine
i heal your deeper cut
i climb the highest mountain
just to fall off and land in l_st
i stay alive on fire
put out old flames
lower my standards and aim for higher
i can’t bring myself
too quiet for the choir
every note sounds the same
either i’m insane or you’re inspired
dead to the livestock
i pray for the weak
thou shall not be happy ‘til no one disturbs your sleep
you’re such a better you without
me
such good taste
in everything

[verse 3: kristoff krane]
another cold breakfast
another headless robot
targeting it with dead fists
marching towards red lips
i bet he thinks he’s so much better than me
i bet he thinks i wish i looked as disconnected as he
well i bet while he’s bangin’ that pampered maid
she’s plottin’ his death
on that all expenses paid vacation
with no intention of returnin’ the favor
his papercuts disrupt my very existence
that distance between the spare key and his spleen
is closer than the stench of his overpriced cologne
your seed is so forlorn
i wanna take his home
and disguise at as my own private thrown
draped in th_rns
infested by broken ornaments
and angels rockin’ h_rns
i forgot to shave the left side of my face again
not to mention takin’ that make_shift medicine
let it in
it’s holy, it’s magnetized
and it’s perfect gentlemen
but i see through the layers
he’s nothin’ special
i’m special, mom said so

[verse 3: impulse]
i understand you can’t lead someone
where you’ve never bled
but i’ve been tempted by the blood trail
you left inside my head
i’m climbing uphill
it’s both angles that i trust
because the slaves have been drug around
by their ankles in mud
so my favorite drug of choice
is someone else’s voice
pounding at the walls inside my void
clouding_up the story
the strongest form of innocence
that i have ever felt
is that near_death experience
when i was someone else
see, the common conflict
is that promises are trapped and collapsed
opposites inside can trance, transform, and fall trapped
and if i were you
i wouldn’t let me get away with this
but you made me the way that i am
and blaming is contagious
it’s my fault
and i’m not scared to admit it
no, it’s your fault
half_fake, faith placed
forgiveness waived
i still stay to listen in case both of us decide
to poke out our broken eyes
and finally find our tears taste the same
i love me, i love you
i just can’t stand us
especially when we both bleed
the same pair of handcuffs

[verse 4: capaciti]
claustrophobic, boneless
still lost and hopeless
waiting to be found in cluttered box of roaches
they crowd
around
my eyes bounce this town
to find if i’m still tied_down
word
travel to nowhere in chain
stained
how to get away from here?
fear of bein’ seen
fear of not bein’ heard
with my mouth sewn shut
waitin’ for my turn
to get the staples torn_out
so what?
rip my tongue and innocence
to watch me bleed
so what?
i feed to you these who sit next
to my time_share
another caught too
probably don’t care
prepared
the mind’s repaired
despair
a scared slow
for a second silence spoken
the mere appearance
but still i appear to be talking to myself
while you’re still here
in or out

- saturday morning soundtrack

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