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letra de quest - ousama + khalid

intro:

open up the safe, there’s a ouija
fed the beast, now n0body intervening
key or pick? the chain fell for greed
shallow was the ocean
we were none the wiser
shadows all around me
one man against a hydra

verse i:

when you say the chain fell
did you mean grenfell?
did you mean the people
the ones that never meant well?
did you mean the caesars, the brain or the hearts
or the craving of evil, the mark of the beast
or the path to the sequel?
did you mean we’re all the same, equal?
or some better, some worse
some are blessed and some cursed
and we always gonna be stuck in the same d-mn game
till the d-mn sun bursts
in the dark of a winter, living hardened
no particular victim, it’s alarming
civilization could’ve advanced past bickering over the market
but we docked pay quicker than a flopped sale (sail)
claiming their writings are futurist sh-t
but we know that it’s just a pastiche
after all, h-ll on earth was created, the meek
scripture envisioned by pyramid glyphs
sowing your seed when you know what to seek
when it comes down to it, doubt was just bitter sheen
pull back the layers and see what it means
more than just fornicating forklifters
lording over gold in a state that’s more or less abhorrent
what the coroner claimed is we are close
still life left…
if we can ornament the mourning and envision what to make
then evolve quickly
then we get up out this maze
careful we gotta be, the stakes high
a war with somebody is now a war with everybody
so a folly we can’t make
so when they say “give ’em h-ll”
i don’t give a f—
if they get silly with it, calling me a villain
then it’s one quick l!ck of the guitar
in a grown man game
you can get thrown far to a place
you ain’t never been thrown…
phantom
opera

a standoff deal, getting passionate with monsters
glands all full up with the contra
and man’s on “k!ll ’em with a conscience”
get these piggies in a line, all fifty at a time
and rrrraaaa
get real chilly with the vibe
it’s another real deal for a hundred more years
at a chance to make a real change and grow toward light
aging empire, banking end time
amass the red line
a massacre waiting
out the claptrap of these demons
and ready at the basin to wrestle the gods and arraign them

verse ii:

toss and i wake up flooded
canaanites wept
what am i stressed for?
look at man’s chest
did he die stern or
did he digress?
one time for high purpose
we just doubled our quest…
bridge:

i must confess
can’t save our souls no more
can’t savor
i must confess
can’t save our souls no more
everyone’s gone and no one’s left
i must confess
everyone’s gone andno one’s left
did we see what i’m saying? there’s no one
not even one
i must confess
i got hope even though i shouldn’t

verse iii:

hope?
what hope?
all i see is the death of culture
death involed for everyone left
i know the blessings done
the lessons over
get it grown
everyone’s soul can bear honest
if you rip it apart you break promise
dribble away the grey goose
affinity for it creates vectors
but lock in the time to make moves
then the force you’re gifted for one night
could be something that is made in you
hmm, insight
put a cork in it
rewind time, humanity in a orphanage
are you taurus or mormon kidding?
i hope the lord gives
for all the torment living in metamorphosis
whoa
big words, left earth behind in a sp-ceship
dressed up in porcelain
on the way down to your gravestone
picking the corpse apart to paint pictures with it
finished business, dinner served for sinner wishes…

- ousama khalid

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