Sapient - Hours текст песни

I work late hours, I keep late hours
the buzzin' in my head gets louder
the wheel in the sky keeps burnin' (burnin')
the wheels in my mind keep turnin' (turnin')
I work late hours, I keep late hours
the ringin' in my ears gets louder
Made with love, it’s made with hate, it’s…
feeling emaciated
it’s chipped and cracked, no it’s perfect
and to fix it would be disservice
put it into print and spread it like shadows that shadow the incandescene, oh it’s dark times for you boy
plus a little sunshine widing your toys
my voice and my poise are charmless
my art is all poison darts that point at targets
no more squinting like a newborn (newborn)
abandoned in the dirt that I shoot for (shoot for it)
working angles
gettin' and givin' daps to perfect strangers
pretending I don’t mind the germs they makin'
I sanatize with burning hatred
as Sapient markets the things that he did
Marcus will cease to exist
my clique, armed to the teeth we resist
the mark of the beast on your wrist, yeah
the wheel in the sky keeps burnin' (burnin')
the wheels in my mind keep turnin' (turnin')
I work late hours, I keep late hours
the buzzin' in my head gets louder
the wheel in the sy keeps burnin' (burnin')
the wheels in my mind keep turnin' (turnin')
I work late hours, I keep late hours
the ringin' in my ears gets louder
hours, I work late hours, I keep late hours
hours, I work late hours, I keep late hours
hours, I work late hours, I keep late hours
hours, I work late hours,.now the buzzin' in my head gets louder
I feel it in my skull like rollin' thunder
the holes in my stomach control my hunger
one hand in the rabbit hole, the others hold the ballons
and now the kids do it 'cause we told 'em it’s cool
humans are sticky, why would I love them?
stupid and shifty, the lie and they covet
but we all are one, what#s mine is yours
we all gon' be in the dirt with the dinosaurs
that wheel in the sky keeps burning (burning)
the wheels in my mind keep on fuckin' you up this a Sapient production, I’m layin' in the cut when
they label me dysfunctional, I gotta say they’re right
I got serrated knife, puttin' cuts in your ears
now you crave my life’s work, my mind hurts
my eyes burn, I’m awake goodnight
if I don’t kill I don’t eat state of mind
anyone in the world can know pain
all work and no play’ll make a person go crazy
anyone in the world can know pain
all murk and nno play’ll make a person go sane (crazy)
anyone in the world can know pain
all work and no play’ll make a person go crazy
anyone in the world can knwo pain
all work and no play’ll make Kurt go Cobain