Songtext zu 'Monotony' von Jehst

It s the pure unadulterated
Hot shit
Liquid kiss of death
The venomous toxic
Treacherous topics
Cyanide scripts leave fools for dead men
I m here to lock this
Down
With the rage you must fear me now
Walk the lands with the ground breaking sound
Travelling from town to town
Receive a pound then we out
And it s homeward bound
I was born to make waves
Walk forty nights
Forty days to get paid
It s the pain I truncate
To show you I care
Fumble with fear
Fighting with the world
But who cares?

Pardon me
But this monotony
Is killing off a part of me
It s part and parcel
Of my heart that bleeds

Drop the nuclear letter bomb
Pop the bottle of Evian
Now we gone fans transfixed
Like planes at the Pentagon
Pen an epilogue for a cock with a semi-on
Fuckin with a demigod
Unleash the wrath of the renaissance
Elevate mind states to the next echelon
Save the children!
Grown men building
Women on our brains
Still blazin the chillum
I softly kill em
To the rhythm of life
To the dark bring a vision of light
As I start grippin a mic
And spittin a rhyme
It seems clichéd
DJ spinnin deep into the night
The day breaks
Embrace the mayhem the AM creates
A grey place rain on my face is acidic
Can t take the basic pace of living
I m lettin Satan break my spirit
Dejaal winnin em over now
Overcrowded
Pump the loudest sound to fill out the houses
The roof is on fire tonight
Can t take it any higher tonight
Right?

Pardon me
But this monotony
Is killing off a part of me
It s part and parcel
Of my heart that bleeds partially
These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry
But they can hardly see what I see

I spit saviour faire
Plus the timing s sick
Feel the rush like a junkie s fix
Got my eyes on tits
Mind on clit
Strive to make the timeless hits
While your boys write the lifeless scripts
Don t take the piss
I m totally bored of your war stories
Trust me son
I seen em all before
What I explore is the deepest level of creativity
Minds combined in perfect synergy
The strain on your brain
You can t get rid of me
I tackle terrain
It s part of my history
I hustle in vain
Blair got a piece of me

Faced with adversity
Turn the TV
Burn the tree
Til my eyes turn burgundy
Third degree heat
Keep the fire lit
Play my theme on invisible violins
A bouquet of barbed wire
Seven sins
Hyacinths
Withered in an iron fist
Strict italist
Twist the pure weed
Spit to raw beats
Grey matter travels at warp speed
Greater than any before me
I force feed thoughts three courses
Gourmet
Show weak minds the doorway
Step into a world of war games
Face the warriors

Pardon me
But this monotony
Is killing off a part of me
It s part and parcel
Of my heart that bleeds partially
These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry
But they can hardly see what I see

I m in the mainframe
Blue flame blazin fuel
I ain t afraid of fools
I was raised by wolves
Killer caveman painting walls
With the blood of his enemies
Utilising my basic tools
In an age of pagan rule
Turn the page amazing stories
Going out in a blaze of fame and glory
Flames of furious anger
My form Manga
Walk with a panthers stride
Eye of the tiger
Face to face
A leap of faith
To complete the paper chase
Small change
Slaves with more balls than brains
Ball and chain
Angels that fall from grace
It s all the same
Like tears in the falling rain
See her face
Her voice as she calls my name
I wake up to the maze
Concrete
Locked in a cage
Off key jotting on a page for praise
My soul plainly displayed
In a case with my name engraved
For all to gaze and take pity
The last battle of the grey city
The last pages of history