Using sense of sight wallowing in food smell
Now I own your voice things are gonna go well
Never make ammends with the shit in your nails
Grief is in the air and now your soul is for sale
You got her hint from middleone
She's pitying you up, you lost count
Just listen for once and get up, lad
Till now you've stood up being sad
There's something much worse between day and night
When sad people sleep dreaming gray and unbright
You ain't dying, but maybe you have lived better times
Thank her 'cause from sadness you'll take your best rhyme
Happiness ain't down the bottle
But in the guy bringing another
You're not as good as her preacher
Hand in hand with you inner creature
Now stars float lonely in the void's gravity
Motionless they burn and melt their whole reality
Doing the best thing's always never orthodox
Whatever it is, it is clearly always wrong
Take a jiffy to gag your anger
Do whatever, you're a goner
Mr. Christ is dead but he's not over
Now burst in crap supernova
Now the speechless air is deafing you
You polish your phonetic
While the upstairs are unbreathing you
You don't give a shit
Madlame
Thoughts are on the speech
King rejected divine gift
Cavern clue can't reach
I do think it's just a myth
Can't agree with each
Animals are just like me
Point straight, I'll point the sky
Your ideas come when you're high
I'm not an illiterate
They'll write for me, I'm simply great
When I fall in trance
Never think of bothering
Dialogue's a chance
'nother way of wondering
I'll found the competence
Never expected your treasoning
Point the crowd, I will point God
I lost everything, I'm sad
I'm not an illiterate
They'll write for me, I'm fucking great
Madlame
Does he carry his requirements?
Young man, change your aptitude
Will he study his excitement?
Also you should take the noon
His keys don't belong his home
Odin's mentor is so bored
He shouldn't have left the womb
Odin's mentor expected more
Much more
Is he seen as something filial?
I know that you lie awake
Lying just to evade the real
You're a nightmare, my mistake
Mentor chooses what is worth
He's screaming what they chose
It's so common cold in North
There's no anger in Odin's pose
Such a pose
Little Odin's not my son
Madlame
Only the good use to die young
I've got a mindache in my tongue
Summer's coming, it starts to frost
My lungs are full of chloroplasts
Old man, your sperm is so defective
I half swim
I doubt if I was really intended
I don't seem
Tried for years to cast the anchovy
With no help I have anchored me
My mindache made me bilingual
Hooked in shit 'cause I'm an equal
Mama, I thank you over-protected
But I limp
Trust me, mistrust me I's rejected
Lyric chimp
Madlame
