Из альбома: Standard Bearer
You feel your life fading away
Feel your life fading away
You Feel your life fading away
Am I dreaming or am I awake
You feel your life fading away
As your strength's hard to slip through
Your fingers you're waiting
You pray that you won't feel no pain
But you're calm though
It's dark cause it's soft just like velvet
And day of life you've been walking around
With this helmet of cotton
Covering your nose and your mouth
Well to hell with this rotten life
Cause in fact this ain't life
Man I'm dead with my senses intact
I can see but I can't understand what's infront of my eyes
I can feel but I can't tell the love from the lies I can taste
But I can appreciate and when I touch they confuse it with hate and pre-rape
And I'm moving so slow but when I turn up the tempo
On the temperature from my pencil to the damn plate or my literature
Right now I gotta come out alive like I've never lived like before
Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
Turn me on babe I'm burnin' ?
The furnace the thermostat can't even count in when
The grease ? just bounce with it!
Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
Turn up the bass music's blazing let's drown in it
The next vers is coming in wont you help me to count it in
Drowning by numbers, is the title
The title wave struck me deep down in my slumber
With the pillow book tucked underneath all the covers
Like a million in a mattress, like a ? my masters
And forgot where I put them but as I sidetracked never mind that
Just erase and rewind that (rewind)
We're still drowning by numbers
With the greener way scenery
And a somber ensamble
We're fools in a pool of despair when
We're pulling each other down gasping for air
We're too cool to be bothered don't ask
If we care we just turn up the pace and then crash in your rear (come on)
Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
Turn me on babe I'm burnin' ?
The furnace the thermostat can't even count in when
The grease ? just bounce with it
Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
Turn up the bass music's blazing let's drown in it
The next vers is coming in wont you help me to count it in
It's the final countdown and we stir up Europe
Like our private compound
Export CD's to the west push the vinyls south down
MP3's in the east kill all rivalling sounds (we for real?)
Now we buggin' we turn down the pace
Just in case you be thuggin' and sippin' (syrup)
If you're mixing this (ugh), it's the heaviest (stuff)
Boast size the atlantic the deadliest drug
Already screwed and chopped up so when my new ship pops up
Make sure to ? fast before my crew gets locked up for possession
And trafficking dressed it in packages dressed up as passengers
Messed up your casual dress
Airplane food tray in your lap
X-ray new trace in your lab
Next day that tracy gets had
He's pushing up daisies
My LP's a smash
Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
Turn me on babe I'm burnin' ?
The furnace the thermostat can't even count in when
The grease ? just bounce with it
Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again
Turn up the bass music's blazing let's drown in it
The next vers is coming in wont you help me to count it in