Songtext zu 'Dream 2831' von Primitive Reason

If you see my ears bleed Been worked by disease
Once pristine clean now dirty
That pristine dream is now burning
It's all the same now that the times is turning
I'm thinking about rhymes as release
From the heat that the rhymes release
We used to burn the witches
Now we turn the switches
Throw the blamed at the beast
Disinfect the cut and sow the stitches
So we show that we don't know
Used to crucify the scouts that came to rout new ways

In those blood tarnished days
Wore hoods on our head
And a chip on our shoulder
A chip off the old boulder
Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass

And hope it only lasts till the last of our days
These are our ways These are our ways
The overall scene must be seen from within and without

Only then can the stout win Only then can the shout be
heard
And the words related not graded
That's why I'm so Phased out, correlated
Signs of the times Rhymes of blind fury
Of hate doubt related Fines for lack of beauty
In the eyes of the beholder Lies life in file folder
Stored as a shine Both withered and divine
The snake arrives to bestow
Permeates, dualistic world it flows
But the trees still grow
Known to be found at ease Known to be profound at ease

Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass

And hope it only lasts past the blast of our ways
Fast we decide that the past was o.k.
Fast we believe there's no harm in our ways
We blink and these things come to pass
We should live upon grass
And cope with this task till the last of our days
Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass

And hope it only lasts till the last of our days
These are our ways
Gone around to come around Known to be bound to these
seas
abound I float underwater scrutinize the sound
Dig underground till I've come around
And found the rise that I hadn't yet found
Known to be found at ease Known to be profound at ease

Known to be found at these seas In renounce of disease

But the trees still grow Even if I know that the flow
no longer goes
I'll still wonder who was stronger though
Because I wander in respect of both
But I expect what I know to show
Then there's things that growest so fast
Like ebb upon grass and flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass We live upon glass

And hope it only lasts past the blast of our ways
Fast we decide that the past was o.k.
Fast we believe there's no harm in our ways
We blink and these things come to pass
We should live upon grass
And cope with this task till the last of our days