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letra de flashlight - prolyphic and reanimator

yeah, get angry

flash light uh
flash light what
flash light
check yo

‘cause this is when i drag my feet tracking where the pattern bleeds
i thought that it leads but it just so happened to leak in the
public eye, when confronted i wondered why
‘cause i thought it was something special to watch rain from the sky
but it’s all the same dough formed and the day’s old
storms into rainbows and h-rns into halos
caped heroes washed up on the sh0r- with their sworn villains
sword still in hand, dead pan looking at the ceiling fan
like andre it’s hard to stay comfortable when the sky falls
and there’s nothing else for us to look up to
f-ck you! (f-ck you)
they fell down before the ashes and ashes and dust to dust
whatever, just shut the f-ck up
and eat your eggs on easter day ‘cause these heydays you reap what you sew
needle less to say
i got a lot of pot holes and not a lot of honor roles
but so what? i’m grown up and still i got a snot nose
‘cause whether the weather is hot or cold the pen is my weapon so lock and load
haven’t been to church in years and still i got a soul
sold to the highest bidder, i fold when a liar’s quick to
raise the stakes to light the fires to conspire a witch hunt
‘cause which are the hunters and which are they prey?
what if the hunters are wishing to pray?
sundays is gun play with warning shots, i run away
to catch up with the bullet fired, i knew i wouldn’t get tired
with the first attempt to fly, even superman wouldn’t try

i had a hard time believing even a harder time leaving
had a hard time believing even a harder time leaving
hard time believing even a harder time leaving
i had a hard time believing even a harder time leaving

doing a hard time in prison to find martyrs are still living
i found it hard to see the difference between having a job and making a living
‘cause making a living is playing god and making a living is playing cards to me
i’ve only seen soft time in salvador dahli art
3 card molly of the gods between religions;
jews, christians, muslims keep picking the same card and guessing wrong
like weapons of sadam, never found so made up
taught not to look down, cause if you do the gates will shut
and you’ll be left out in the cold and made a spectacle for the rest of the souls
cause going through death is slow, it’s what we do in this h-ll hole
you f-cked up and want us to fix it? i’ll pin it on religions
like you wear jesus pins on your chest for every christmas list you wrote
and shipped it to the north pole was a warning
when the tip of the iceberg melted because of this global warming
so let’s all take hands on this t-tanic of hope
and place bets with rain checks to see if this ship will float
so i abandoned, man overboard, did christ a favor
sacrificed myself cause there wasn’t enough life savers to go around
like them circling bandwagons of pioneers trying to scare indians off their land, flaggin ’em down
makin them wave their flags
the wonder years of fred savage, still i’m making waves that last
breaking the tied hands behind my back
until i wash up on the sh0r- next to superman and flash like
flash light

yo, spiderman yo
doctor octopus
the night crawler
the kingpin, professor x
?madvill’?, the joker
batman and robin, batman and robin
the heroes and the villains
now we’re looking for the feelings

i had a hard time believing even a harder time leaving
had a hard time believing even a harder time leaving
hard time believing even a harder time leaving
had a hard time believing even a harder time leaving

- prolyphic and reanimator

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