ing: zemzem suyuyla yıkanmak anlamında olan, ill nino $arkısı.. confession albümünün 5. parçasıdır.
From guilt to dust
You think that I don't want to hate you
I know that I never did like you
This is not another passing phrase
But I can see your face
But when shit will finally break me
Persistent in trying to get me
El fuego que quema adentro
Gets to my head
Stay away
I never want to see your face
Forget my name
There's nothing you can do or say
Stay away
I never want to see your face
Forget my name
There's nothing you can do or say
You think that you're so much like me
But you will not ever remind me
Of everything that I cannot embrace
But I can see your face
I'm trying not to remember
I'm trying not to point the finger
El fuego que quemo adentro
Gets to my head
Stay away
I never want to see your face
Forget my name
There's nothing you can do or say
Stay away
I never want to see your face
Forget my name
There's nothing you can do or say
I think I kind of hate you
I never really liked you
I think I kind of hate you
I never really liked you
This is not a passing phrase
I think I kind of hate you
I never really liked you
I think I kind of hate you
I never really liked you
This is not a passing phrase
Stay away
I never want to see your face
Forget my name
There's nothing you can do or say
Stay away
I never want to see your face
Forget my name
There's nothing you can do or say
Yes, to the darkest place that we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
know the tune
jaw bone driven through
the skull of a great foe
bested with wooden spear
the tip hardened in fire
Bathe in the clear cold stream
Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the
mountain
We will sing the most ancient song
Spark the fire upon dry tinder
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
know the tune
jaw bone driven through
the skull of a great foe
bested with wooden spear
the tip hardened in fire
The dirt's so thick it won't come clean,
All around a haze like a smoke screen,
I can't see you but you see me,
But I might be gone before you count to three.
The waters are totally polluted,
The armies inside my head have feuded,
One side has smothered the other,
The disease it spreads and begins to cover.
Maggot infested soul of mine,
Has painted me in a corner confined.
My vision is blurred no reason or rhyme,
Help me escape these walls I climb.
I'm drowning in my own shit, gasping,
Gagging on the vomit asphyxiated, grasping,
For a grip on the soap with the rope,
So I can get clean and begin to cope,
Scrub me 'til I'm raw, an open sore oozing
Unless I'm clean I might start losing.
My mind and my life would have a fucked-up ending,
Thank God if you ever see cleansing.
Sewn my eyes shut can't you see I'm smothered?
Deaf, dumb and blind the dirt has covered
The windows which let the light shine through,
Cleansing of the soul for I am you.
The last time I slept I dreamt.
My friend and I we got so high.
On top of mountains, deep in the sky,
Way up high where the white goes by.
The air is thin and hard to breathe.
But with a friend near, by your side,
you can conquer the world or wander around all starry-eyed.
I laid there and dreamt along for a ride.
I took in the journey, my friend beside.
It all seemed so real, it all seemed surreal,
my friend and I were one deep inside.
These dreams come and go and are never the same.
I await new journeys asleep I remain.
When I hold my eyes shut tight I dream.
When I dream at night through my dreams I scream.
Why do people have to go and fucking change?
What pushed my friend to tap the vein?
Asleep at night I visit my friend.
Asleep at night I miss my friend.
