Testo Hell's Winter - Cage
Testo della canzone Hell's Winter (Cage), tratta dall'album Hell's Winter
There's something in the way, not for Dr. Zoomer
Hocked a tumor in a loogie and left it in Montezuma
Swam back to the U.S. after Russian roulette
No deal on the table, give me a label to suplex
Came to fill 'em with pain, take a print of my brain
Flash it on the screen, you won't leave the cinema sane
Had a following fondling, it wouldn't let go
'Til I spiked the easy football into the Def Jux endzone
And when it hit the grass, it covered the crowd with mud
Mom slipped my bare ass out, I covered the ground with blood
Then she wiped it on my face like war paint
Then slapped me, I ain't cry, I'ma die with a hardcore brain
Cracked the door's frame, when I opened the world around it
Exhaled the hinges in the air with them ounces
My frontal lobe bounces off the wall, then it rocks from
The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun
I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces
Keep cuttin' my hands when I put it back together in species
In a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches
Me how to design perfect masks around new creatures
We're goin' too far, nobody could reach us
I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches
Until my last breath, they'll be screamin' from the bleachers
Then I'll be dead like all my teachers
Despite all my rage, I'm a rat in a cage
Disguise communicates her love, injectin' bleach in my eyes
The dubiously demented, dented the dependent cradle
Slipped through a grasp on the broken glass, highly unstable
I left that label unable to keep my masters
No whip, broke as shit, chick left me a week after
Over-dosage of mushrooms, no ugly obstacles
Hit the handsome boy record, same day I fled the hospital
In the club, I don't dance, I stand with a glass of vodka
Come to terms I'm just like my bastard father
Left my mother with a kid, it flipped her lid
When I started to look like him, she threw me out the crib
And I was only two, my grandmother was a hit for youth
Just dropped Agent Orange and ain't got no dough to fix this tooth
I'm thinkin' out loud, I hate life like that matters
Lettin' shit out and it happened to fit in the rat pattern
I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces
Keep cuttin' my hands when I put it back together in species
In a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches
Me how to design perfect masks around new creatures
We're goin' too far, nobody could reach us
I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches
Until my last breath, they'll be screamin' from the bleachers
Then I'll be dead like all my teachers
I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces
For each motherfucker that fucked my
Mother over, would leave me to be this
Drug-addicted menace, ain't shit to do in this place
No longer flinchin' from stepdad's punches to the face
My bond to the drug, calm to the tub
Filled to the top with warm water to sink into, arms full of blood
Not even thirteen, lookin' to exit left
A mess, could care less about life, just keep my Pumas fresh
Until the worms eat my flesh, I guess they better burn me
These are the thoughts of a child, I keep to thirty
I lack patience, 'til I was packed with patients
In a mental facility, force-fed all the wrong medications
Prozac guinea pig, I don't feel bipolar
But got a folder that claims I am and a stack that reaches my shoulder
Music, my only savior in every instance
Makes each one of you a profit to my existence
I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces
Keep cuttin' my hands when I put it back together in species
In a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches
Me how to design perfect masks around new creatures
We're goin' too far, nobody could reach us
I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches
Until my last breath, they'll be screamin' from the bleachers
Then I'll be dead like all my teachers
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Writer(s): Jaime Meline, Christian Palko
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