Album Name : The Fantastic Kill
Release Date : 2005-08-01
Song Duration : 4:33
Watkin Tudor Jones Sun On My Face
This isn't happening... F..ck the (?) let me help you lose it Here's the part where they merged again Distort and I start acting stupid I'm trying to get inside this little human body and I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic So change the channel before I poke in your fragile little mind I start to probe, but I specialize in mind science and history of human behavior in relation to the mind Master compresses (?) transferring into face with the rhyme I'm coming at you like the pavement through this warped landscape Like a ghost f..cking a carcass Behold my light but do not touch I was tumbling into my darkness I stay steamlined (?) While your pants fall off your arses Me and my trusty hell (?) Outlast this engineering catharsis Anonymous anarchist Post mathematical ones sway to the rhythm I skywalk impossibly Tip toe over heads while the drums wade through the (?) Excuse me Never a moment to myself No more (?) in the world I don't feel like speaking to anyone I'm busy designing a new world
I am a brave man With a strange game plan
Sun on my face I am empty No more sorrow Spanning, memories I am the man From tomorrow
Sun on my face I am empty No more sorrow Spanning, memories I am the man From tomorrow
The boom bang bringer I'm slinging my slang to the beat My nose starts to bleed Everytime I use mind control on human beings (?) Freaky deaky action on some blood nose busy boy Black attract reflection
Ehh, hey (?) No teeth just gum (?) numb dumb thumb my bum Dwankie on the pavement Face in the sun No home having tollie trekking, trollie trekkers tollie piss bier kots shit kak fokken lekker 'Jou ma se poes' Jou ma se poes (?) (?) Shutup! You kick your bitch in the head while she pisses in the gutter Cardboard reality, what mothafucka?