Solillaquists of Sound - Outcome lyrics
[Solillaquists of Sound - Outcome lyrics]
Jesus isn't white
2012 is looking tipsy, eager suicide
Nostradamus strikes again
Don't believe the hype
Settle for your bliss opinion
Nature still decides boy
You're running scared but ain't no hiding
In the bosom of destruction
Rebirth to nothing we stuck assumptions
In the pot of glutton
And breeding the something we can all deny
But don't you try to say we tried
When man made this his outcome
Economic promise gone failure to
Respond beyond the shadow
Of a doubt amounts to more mistakes
A public race against the end of saving face
Know your place and time
We're losing our position, vision, niche
And human mind
Signs I see it be it, be gone forever
Whether or not it belongs to people
As a better guess to change yes, yes
Yes they don't promote success unless
The monkey in the suit address the
Rest man made this his outcome
The earth's got a tell
Poker facial blush in brail
Finger pointing blame again
Flushing out while aiming in
Tailor made for reconstruction
Stress the question, "why you fronting?"
It begins, the wage of sin
The cover cost of dissonance was paid
In full to credit cool
The planet's worth is love how's this
How's this work from gods above?
I saw you crush the one you trust
Dollar bills replace your worth cause
All that glitter ain't gold
We should learn before we're told
Man made this his outcome
Why try so hard to be who you are not
Admist the poverty, depression, yelling
Anger, punching, drunken fights closing in
Dishonest, disloyal, discourage, disease
Disparate, distant, desperate, and
Devilish degrees of tyranny
Intolerant, intensely inconsiderate
Illiterate, excluded, excessive, exposed
Disgusted, disguised, exploited, avoided
Denied, repressed aggression, explode
Man made this his outcome
Obligation killing quality enjoyment
Unemployment unrelenting, pent up feelings
He can’t deal with
She sit's aside, watching
Clocking time adjacent
Why is every helpful step
Drenched in hesitation
Guess work, knee jerk, thoughtless remarks
Marksmen can’t find the bullseye
Of the problems that they start
At the one, we’ll see
The future’s where we be from
And we will say that
Man made this his outcome
Rush the paper flood the street
Jesus isn't white
2012 is looking tipsy, eager suicide
Nostradamus strikes again
Don't believe the hype
Settle for your bliss opinion
Nature still decides boy
You're running scared but ain't no hiding
In the bosom of destruction
Rebirth to nothing we stuck assumptions
In the pot of glutton
And breeding the something we can all deny
But don't you try to say we tried
When man made this his outcome