Slaine, Termanology - The Demon's Peace lyrics
[Slaine, Termanology - The Demon's Peace lyrics]
Yeah, my timing off, hard hearted
My mind is soft
My cold dreaming got no meaning behind it all
Wake up in this black hole designed
And had to climb the wall mental case
My faith went the way of the dinosaur
The jungle hungry
Blood is dripping from the lions paw
Get a taste of murder more
Every day that I mature
The sickness in my veins
I don’t need to find a cure
Freddy stashed the burner by the
BFI behind the store
The violent law outside my culture
Wait's a savage beast
The gluttony is stuck on me
The demon needs to have his peace piece
Sly thief, high priest of the lavish feast
With five freaks they filleted me
‘til I splattered cheeks
My vice is nice, gamble for the price of ice
With the dice in hand
Watch him scramble for a nicer life
Pretty women in their linens by the sofa sing
Full of malice
Running into the chalice as they toast again
Caught up in the vice grip, fire in ya iris
(Yayo from the Puerto Rocks)
Whiskey of the Irish
Swimming in ya blood stream
Spreading like a virus
(Ya hear the angels sing) with
The song of King Cyrus
Yo, I’m never faking the funk
My ex-bitch is a cunt
The other one’s even worse
I bought her a Gucci purse
She still complain
Even though she’s ill with the brain
She’s wild dumb let me fuck raw ‘til I cum
Then I hit the tour
Fuck six fans in six vans
Then the drugs kicked in
Think hard as a kickstand
Got me running around the telly
Buck naked with a Asian
Told me she worship Satan
Her boyfriend was amazing
The last one was an agent
Working for the feds
Then I kicked her, then I kicked her
Then I kicked her out my pad led paint
In 1988 I sat in the project
While my moms went on dates
Falling asleep hungry
Flicking roaches off my face
Got a open case, lucky I ain’t hooked on base
I got second hand crack smoke
Still in my lungs
Did a hundred shows last year
I’m still on the run
Caught up in the vice grip, fire in ya iris
(Yayo from the Puerto Rocks)
Whiskey of the Irish
Swimming in ya blood stream
Spreading like a virus
(Ya hear the angels sing) with
The song of King Cyrus
My mind is soft
My cold dreaming got no meaning behind it all
Wake up in this black hole designed
And had to climb the wall mental case
My faith went the way of the dinosaur
The jungle hungry
Blood is dripping from the lions paw
Get a taste of murder more
Every day that I mature
The sickness in my veins
I don’t need to find a cure
Freddy stashed the burner by the
BFI behind the store
The violent law outside my culture
Wait's a savage beast
The gluttony is stuck on me
The demon needs to have his peace piece
Sly thief, high priest of the lavish feast
With five freaks they filleted me
‘til I splattered cheeks
My vice is nice, gamble for the price of ice
With the dice in hand
Watch him scramble for a nicer life
Pretty women in their linens by the sofa sing
Full of malice
Running into the chalice as they toast again
Caught up in the vice grip, fire in ya iris
(Yayo from the Puerto Rocks)
Whiskey of the Irish
Swimming in ya blood stream
Spreading like a virus
(Ya hear the angels sing) with
The song of King Cyrus
Yo, I’m never faking the funk
My ex-bitch is a cunt
The other one’s even worse
I bought her a Gucci purse
She still complain
Even though she’s ill with the brain
She’s wild dumb let me fuck raw ‘til I cum
Then I hit the tour
Fuck six fans in six vans
Then the drugs kicked in
Think hard as a kickstand
Got me running around the telly
Buck naked with a Asian
Told me she worship Satan
Her boyfriend was amazing
The last one was an agent
Working for the feds
Then I kicked her, then I kicked her
Then I kicked her out my pad led paint
In 1988 I sat in the project
While my moms went on dates
Falling asleep hungry
Flicking roaches off my face
Got a open case, lucky I ain’t hooked on base
I got second hand crack smoke
Still in my lungs
Did a hundred shows last year
I’m still on the run
Caught up in the vice grip, fire in ya iris
(Yayo from the Puerto Rocks)
Whiskey of the Irish
Swimming in ya blood stream
Spreading like a virus
(Ya hear the angels sing) with
The song of King Cyrus