Sadistik - Blue Sunshine lyrics
[Sadistik - Blue Sunshine lyrics]
A: Listen man
Not to be rude or anything but uhwhat
Are you? I mean your costume
B: I'm a body bag i thought the
Invitation said come as you are
My style is gory like an Edgar Allan story
Monkey’s paw, allegory, fucking raw, category
Edward Gorey, sorted sorta morbid
Chloroform for ‘em
Fuck their foreign forums
I’ll deform 'em with some four-inch forceps
There's no distortions
Take misfortunes and record 'em
A borderline personality, plus poor decorum
Pour the poor me, more aurora borealises
I'm forming calluses from holding
Grudges more than normal got a smorgasbord
Supportive followers and won't ignore 'em
Portland, Oregon, all the way
To Portland, Maine, for the boredom
I’m going Foreman forming coarsest choruses
Agoraphobic portions, lived behind my ribs
Absorbed and dormant
Fortified a fortress I have lived
In since the storm arrived
Left ‘em mortified from horror I’ve reported
Boarded up
The windows and their doors are shut
To keep out the vandals
A four-cornered room and I'm
Staring at candles
A reflection I don't recognize
Set with deader eyes
Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide
Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of
Mine to gelatin resembling the dead alive
I identify with my enemies
I don't like me either, I can empathize
Never mind the effort I have
Severed to my lesser side
Weathered all the weather
Let the temper rise
Even in the misery, I don’t want the company
I'm cuddling with ghosts that
I know will accompany
Me to the grave, I made with a spade
Take me away, shutter-speed suddenly
Utterly infatuated with the patterns
Splattered on my atoms
Past or present lacks a presence when
You just don’t give a, fuck you
Martyr or a carnivore, art of war, Sun Tzu
Sun Tzu
Someone come undo these hum-drum views I
Sing and hum drums to
My tongue gon’ spew some blood unto
These dumbfucks who gon’ run amok
So run those jewels
I’m numb and dumb to the gumshoe ones who
Wonder what I been up to, what’s the
Matter, is that body bag too baggy, boy?
So minimalissimo
At least three Gs of the Indica leaf to blow
In the pit of my seedy skull
Untreatable when the sinister creature roams
To each his own
Since when do you eat your own?
They called me precious
And said I'm a piece of gold
I said they're fools
They don't listen to reason though
This blue sunshine hidden between my bones
Not to be rude or anything but uhwhat
Are you? I mean your costume
B: I'm a body bag i thought the
Invitation said come as you are
My style is gory like an Edgar Allan story
Monkey’s paw, allegory, fucking raw, category
Edward Gorey, sorted sorta morbid
Chloroform for ‘em
Fuck their foreign forums
I’ll deform 'em with some four-inch forceps
There's no distortions
Take misfortunes and record 'em
A borderline personality, plus poor decorum
Pour the poor me, more aurora borealises
I'm forming calluses from holding
Grudges more than normal got a smorgasbord
Supportive followers and won't ignore 'em
Portland, Oregon, all the way
To Portland, Maine, for the boredom
I’m going Foreman forming coarsest choruses
Agoraphobic portions, lived behind my ribs
Absorbed and dormant
Fortified a fortress I have lived
In since the storm arrived
Left ‘em mortified from horror I’ve reported
Boarded up
The windows and their doors are shut
To keep out the vandals
A four-cornered room and I'm
Staring at candles
A reflection I don't recognize
Set with deader eyes
Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide
Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of
Mine to gelatin resembling the dead alive
I identify with my enemies
I don't like me either, I can empathize
Never mind the effort I have
Severed to my lesser side
Weathered all the weather
Let the temper rise
Even in the misery, I don’t want the company
I'm cuddling with ghosts that
I know will accompany
Me to the grave, I made with a spade
Take me away, shutter-speed suddenly
Utterly infatuated with the patterns
Splattered on my atoms
Past or present lacks a presence when
You just don’t give a, fuck you
Martyr or a carnivore, art of war, Sun Tzu
Sun Tzu
Someone come undo these hum-drum views I
Sing and hum drums to
My tongue gon’ spew some blood unto
These dumbfucks who gon’ run amok
So run those jewels
I’m numb and dumb to the gumshoe ones who
Wonder what I been up to, what’s the
Matter, is that body bag too baggy, boy?
So minimalissimo
At least three Gs of the Indica leaf to blow
In the pit of my seedy skull
Untreatable when the sinister creature roams
To each his own
Since when do you eat your own?
They called me precious
And said I'm a piece of gold
I said they're fools
They don't listen to reason though
This blue sunshine hidden between my bones