Lyrics:
即 飲み干す
祝杯 (sippin') 姿 (tippin') (一気に)
テュルソス (grippin') ぶどうを (eatin') (一気に)
雰囲気 (keep it) D style (rip it) (一気に)
この場 (kill it) let's steal it
R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause
Flesh starts to rip
Gouging through skin
From the throat
Blood gushes
Glandular eruption
Blistered skin secretion
Internal punctures
Blood
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
I see myself going through the streets
Think I must be dreaming
The lost chord
I want you, you can free me
(The lost chord)
(Take me into
쭉 들이켜
술잔 (sippin'), 팔짱 (tippin') (한 입)
티르소스 (grippin'), 포도 (eatin')
쭉 들이켜
분위기 (keep it) D style (rip it) (한 입)
여기 (kill it)
Let's steal it,
Harmony is here again
All these colors make me blind
Chords and notes are old as the universe
History of everything is brave
From my eyes and ears
R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
door of the church
I got to go
[Chorus]
'Cause I can't hold on
This is my goodbye song
And I'm goin' to scream it aloud
It's the same old chord
bring color to our monotony
[Chorus]
So let's not forget the value they bear
The artists who make us truly aware
Of the depth and beauty in every chord
Flesh starts to rip
Gouging through skin
From the throat
Blood gushes
Glandular eruption
Blistered skin secretion
Internal punctures
Blood
Flesh starts to rip
Gouging through skin
From the throat
Blood gushes
Glandular eruption
Blistered skin secretion
Internal punctures
Blood
the show
and on came the MC
when he said there was a special guest artist
I knew just what I wanted to be
Special guest artist
Special guest artist
another world
Dimensions still unknown
Beyond the pale, horizoned veil
A world unknown
A technologic sphere
With tones and music's chords to hear
He never will forget at all
The day he played at the Albert Hall
A million sessions ago it seems
He is a session man
A chord progression
A top
He never will forget at all
The day he played at the Albert Hall
A million sessions ago it seems
He is a session man
A chord progression
A top
This is my one chord song
It's easy to sing along
'Cause there ain't much in the way of change
But sometimes life can be that way.
Yeah, there aint
I took a picture
A window of my dream
A whisper of a fear
We dance with wrong chords
We dance to wrong songs
We dance with wrong chords
See me
anymore
My pictures lack focus my songs don't strike a chord
I don't have a filter; auto tune I ignore
I'm not an artist anymore
I'm not an artist anymore
If you're listening to this song
You may think the chords are going wrong
But they're not;
He just wrote it like that.
It doesn't really matter
In the moonlight
Fighting with the night
It's a rip-off
Kissing all the slain
I'm bleeding in the rain
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off
Rocking
For a grey sky
My executioner is masked
I try to take a deep breath
As she rips the aorta
Hoping that she also rips
My lungs or windpipe
So that I can
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