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[infested]

Lyrics


-The Reason (unfinished)
(as it's a project I'm still working on I put the rhymes in CAPITALS)

Word is BOND you only know WHAT you GOT when it's GONE
So when life's played out and no LONGER can go ON
ONE finds the REASON, but his SEASON of SPEECH
Is only spoken through his UNBORN SON trying to PREACH
Of a mind out of REACH
The TEACHING is hidden far BEYOND
This track is as silent as BOND,
Media will never hear this SONG
But I'm still going STRONG and INDEPENDENT
NEVER RELENTLESS but it's impossible to PREVENT THIS MESS
How the MESSAGES´ EXISTENCE
Is hidden under one's CONSCIOUSNESS
Like a CLASSIFIED FILE from NINE-ELEVEN WHEN 2000
And NINE hundred was sent to HEAVEN
They didn't know what to SAY WHEN
The PLANES CAME and turned
The TOWERS to DUST now the only POWER they TRUST
Is ABOVE in the SKIES the LOVE in our EYES BURNED
We LEARNED that the HEROES´ FORCES
Lies under the broken RESOURCES that entomb them, we've LOST THEM
Like a fallen pyramid that held the PHARAOHS´ CORPSES
We cross the BORDERS salute those who lived BEFORE US
And stood up with the TORTURES with this CHORUS


[chorus]
Let those who DIED ENLIGHTEN you who SURVIVED FIGHTING
The NIGHT of LIFE were you FALL to SLEEP
But we are ALL gonna MEET HER -the REAPER
So PLAY EVERYDAY like there's no TOMORROW
Or live in a PORTRAIT painted with endless SORROW
Put your ears to the SPEAKER and let my TUNE
Tell you you've begun to SEEK FOR the reason way too SOON

Don't try to RATE and DEBATE your FATE
It will only change the STATE you're in to HATE
Instead you should MAKE a TEMPLATE to AVOID
Having to CONTEMPLATE over the VOID leaving you PARANOID
You're in an EPISODE of taking STEROIDS and OPIOIDS
The SUBSTANCES you take FINANCES
Those who DESTROYS your CHANCES
To defeat your death like CANCER
Change your INSTANCES to GOOD WILL because
When trying to FILL the EMPTINESS
You COULD KILL YOURSELF
With the PILLS you INGEST you TEST your SKILL
To ADJUST the FRUSTRATION to RELAXATION, CHILL
You can STILL live life as NORMAL
Despite the ABNORMAL FORMALITIES
Giving you ABILITIES to spit those who bred you in the FACE WITH EASE
You DISGRACED the PEACE put your RACE in a HAZE
Not finding the TRACE you never SEIZE to AMAZE with your WAYS
To lie out the PATTERN that LEADS out of the MAZE
Just go with it as it PLAYS up and never SHATTERS
Coz you will find life's MATTER when your cold body DECAYS

[chorus]

-My turn

The Mac is back with a track
That hits you in the sack
And racks up multiple syllable-lyrical
When you hear me in my pinnacle you feel like all
Other emcees are typical and hypocritical
I'm the cynical non-stereotypical miracle from Sweden
Repeating beatings when meeting heathens speaking about
Peeking out and seeking bouts with me
They shout at me rapidly to see
If they can batch up lines that rhymes to
Catch up and battle me but you get mashed up
In the battlefield by my entrance
Leading to the consequence of the occurrence
I show my preference and blow your fence so
I can take my stance and fire a round
The sound knocks you down to the ground
You're bound
To feel the steel seal the deal
And steal your time to heal your mind
It's my appeal to see you kneel
Paralyzed and defeated, see
I beat at you repeatedly you bleated
When I treated you like you needed me to be dead
You cheated yourself to see red
Then you retreated when meeting me I completed
My beef with all of you who pretend to be
What you weren't meant to be
And intend to put an end to me intentionally
Potentially the enemy will shut down mentally
Then you see essentially you should've never went to me
When still putting on that act to distract the fact
I can lay you down with impact and make us react
Like two magnets that won't attract and get intact
So you will never get me jacked in any way
Coz today I slay those who betray me
I let my hatred save me
Coz God gave me hands to pray the prey passes away
You asses will pay for the feelings I was concealing
But now they're revealing as you're kneeling on the floor
Broken and sore I've opened the door
For my anger to soar freely onto the leeches
Attempting to teach us to hate the preachers
For the speech-less´ screams
I reach for my dreams to lay out my schemes
All alone it seems with my hand
Coz you tend to blend in with the trend
To never attend to the end
I bend a pretended friend who intend to depend on my offence
I spend your cash and descend your ass
Comprehend to bash burn to dust
I disgust the rusted trust
I just must bust full thrust
I lust to fuck the mistrusted
Strain their brains with chains
And slain the tormenting pain
They made me gain in vein
In the rain for the main insane organisms
That claim to remain in the game
Running my lane stunningly fame
They train to remain sane and plane
Becoming the shameless who turn tables on their own friends
Attempt to block my offence
Your sense is defenceless I cleanse your fence
With my senseless pens that dispense
And suspense your chance to proceed
You bleed and plead for weed
I don't need to believe the heeds to see the beasts
Flee from me become free from the psycho
Thinking in cycles like a mind from the x-files
Behind the curtains I find the purpose
To rewind the curses and violate churches
Rehearsing Christianity remains for infinity
They praise profanity to raise insanity
Because this vanity is to keep you away from me, Satan
Debating the fading fates you await, your faith,
Is straight to the inflating weight
Of all hate I consume and bind
Your doom is my time to get mine in return
You burn just so you will learn how to take concern
Coz this is my mothafuckin turn, ya heard

-My two cents

As I walk down the streets of the concrete communities
I reckon our world is no longer in one piece
We kill her trees while we pollute her seas
So viruses can spread with her breeze like a contagious sneeze, geez
Like the fucked up police kills the spread of peace
The white-coned breeds blazes the cross of Jesus
Thinking that it will release us and please us
While they kill and decease with mental diseases
They're trying to deceive us to become white divas
Who are mentally inflicted, but the wicked and conflicted
Have just like I predicted now become evicted so tell me who's the victim
Of a fallen mob brutality for not looking into their fragility
Which is the ability to gain agility for their non-sentimental military of infidelity
Check it coz these are my two cents

Every night to me is like the roll of a dice
I put my life on gamble just to close my eyes
Hope the sun will arise and prevent my demise
Because in the holy god of light my life relies
Until worlds collides, and all faith dies
I guess that would be the price
For living with a disguise of white lies
Say you gain success without failing at times
So don't be surprised if the rope you hang on unties
And you fall from grace
To a place where all is daze
And you can't remember your ways to follow the trace
So now you're stuck with a case of trying to pick up the pace
And rush to the days filled with love and embrace

These are my two cents about the present events
These are my two cents about the present events

Just like the rain long-gone days have run down the drain
Memories put your brain in too much strain
Which is leaving you insane sad and in pain on your knees praying
To get free from your migraine
Realize that this is now your fate
That it's too late to change your new state into something great that will make you levitate
For your hate has begun to elevate at a fast rate starting a schizophrenic debate in your mind
That's leading you to find that your only salvation is located far behind and will always be declined
For your tries to rewind time to undo the crime of getting intertwined into this life of mine

These are my two cents about the fucked up governments that kill the innocent and commit all the sins
These are my two cents about the fucked up governments that make no fucking sense

I've got a revolutionary life mentality of sensibility so tell me if you think it's me
Who gave you the introduction to destruction caused by conjunctional mass production
Of construction with betrayal conduction to volcanic eruptions causing major malfunction in ecology
But all we care about is our economy like we are all zombies by a lobotomy
Operated on humanity causing global vanity FUCK THIS insanity called modern society  
We make the stock market our primary target
Of making profit on all shit
Mother Earth loses to her abusers
Who have come from hell to doom us
With all of their computers these are not invalid rumours
The major intruders are all of the human consumers, punk


-Satan (Swedish)


Jag tar stånd förvärrar ditt förstånds tillstånd med tillstånd i första sekunden
Slår dig till avgrunden du blir bunden o försvunnen I botten av brunnen
Din tid är svunnen timglasets sand runnen
Jag kommer med blixt och dunder de stunder du tar en blunder
För att kämpa som ett under till toppen från att ha legat under
Inne på åttonde roppen sätter ett skott i kroppen så blodet rinner i avloppen
Och dränker alla hoppen att nå dom höga beloppen
Och ditt hopp är att få stopp på mitt lopp av påhopp som går non-stop
Så nu tänder jag joppen, häller varm choklad i koppen o mår toppen


Jag slår ett slag, står ett tag, tar ett andetag, får behag,
Mår bra för mitt pådrag är det enda av sitt slag
Det är så det går idag när jag når min lag
Att ta tag i mina tankar som ankrar sig fast o bankar
Snärtar i mitt hjärta så ja svankar av smärtan
Svettas av hettan min lättjan
Är hur ja har lätt att berätta
Om felen och de rätta som velar
Jag delar upp världar som felar då ena ögat skelar
Hos själar som trälar förgäves när min näve häver
Väver och syr tortyr som en dyr lektyr
Jag blir yr och spyr på dom som styr o sätter skyn i fyr och flyr
Så deras hy kan bli kry ty deras tid är dyrbar dom befarar
Att jag tar var bar uppenbart på ett underbart sätt
För jag är underbarnet som övervunnit underlaget sen dag ett
Du har över huvud taget inte en syl i vädret när jag kickar
Lika metodiskt som klockan tickar jag prickar din Akilles häl och
Skickar din själ till hatets värld där du är min träl välkommen
Till min verklighet där du står under mig i evighet


Mitt namn är Satan, hatad på gatan
Ratad av skatan blev flatad av flatan
Alla vet vem jag är, en pionjär
En revolutionär i misär som sliter isär skiten,
är sliten o besviken
Jag känner mig för liten för att bryta tilliten till polisen
Blir frostbiten av isen, förfrusen I krisen bortblåst av brisen
O galen, hamnar I dvala kan inte tala tappar bort mig I talen
Så nu får du betala allt du gjort I en större skala
För jag förvränger ditt sinne förtränger ditt minne o stänger dig inne
Med dina egna lagar så fort jag behagar, du klagar I dagar
Jag beklagar, jag har begått ett brott o fått nåt rått
När jag borde ha satt ett skott o nått dit jag velat gått för länge sen
Istället förlängdes den tid det borde ha tagit för slaget jag slagit
Att ha vidtagit, o gått över
Men nu har jag fått vad jag behöver, en känsla att gå på
En hora att slå på som förlänger mitt påbrå
Jag kan inte nås o slås är inlåst I psykos
en virtuos I narkos som brås på två små feer
Deras idéer bereder och inleder meningen
Varför jag lever vill skeva o leva
Jag är Danne från Storvreta, den heta av heta, som bara röker feta
Försök inte streta, för ja e alpha du e beta
Va de nå mer du ville veta

[Omni]

Very good poem with good rhyme scheme. Nice one mate.

[Aries]

Thats deep man, nice poem. What motivated you to do it, and what was your inspiration.

[NicoGamer]

Lovely poem.
Good rhyme and deep in it.
Simply great.

[infested]

Thats deep man, nice poem. What motivated you to do it, and what was your inspiration.

Well, if you read the topic where I describe my anger you get the picture I feel like a slave to my own anger and mentality. So, I tried to describe what it feels like.

[Paxton]

Well done, i think it could help ya with anger too. Keep writing, i like that.

[Nitro]

Nice

[Paxton]

Nothin' to say: just it is awesome! Well done.

[Omni]

I like it boss. Keep up the good work.

[Xeno]

how do I have to fancy the back ground music? Is it hip hop or rock?
good Text anyway, liked it

[Tackleberry]

I'm very impressed, nice ones. You should take care of that talent you got.

[Nyze]

nice  like it

[infested]

updated, check it. Added all my finished lyrics, Satan is in Swedish, so that will be a cookie for those who speak it.

[GT-7]

Awesome

[Lyserg]

Nice one