a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de spice - supercommuter

[wheelie cyberman and tron juan]
sparkling. hot chrome in the starlight
stillsuit strapped on, fitting alright
feel heel pump pushing the water
we gotta move like sand— shuffle down to the bottom
and then slide. step, step, wait. listen
move like people, then you threaten the mission
and it’s dry here. that’s a fact
and that’s why we take these bodies back
and why bother bringing water to the dead?
let’s just render it. expend a little bit of energy
extract fluid that i’ll send to me
yeah, let’s render that water instead

trigger that thumper, let it sit then
wait a bit— i smell cinnamon
blue eyes narrow to slits and
i spot it— see it in the distance
and i can feel it now, the ground shakes
scope out my spot, kneel, then wait
finger the hooks, yeah they’re sharp enough
see the wave break, now start stalking up
and then dive. let it slide right by then
stick it in the ring, climb up, and you’re riding the beast
and you can see the heat
run it through the night, keep hooks sunk deep
grip tight, turn it to the right when you twist it
spot a couple crushed by the weight when they missed it
we risk it, riding to the well to learn
who will drink, we drive that worm

spring forth, o spice
who will drink, we drive that worm
sing about the mines
who will drink, we drive that worm
that the fremen toil and the houses reap
the houses with bluest of eyes

overdose, this time it’s true
through the future, i see you
you’re addicted, blue on blue on black
living with a prophet’s knack for the
shifted perspective and the lack of
empathetic thought and regard for the staff
snap back in the past, i left her
by the well with the staff and scepter
water rings jingling, we ride
praying to the god to make the night fly by
lay another hook. sniffing on the spice
take another look, see the fire inside
when it wears out, we tear out
breathe deeply, dry this air out
sit a bit, lay another thumper down then
hook a bigger worm, ride it to the mountain
and i don’t see the future, i feel it
blind eye tell the mind to reveal it
slip in the still tent to seal it
weather this storm until the sand can shield it
slow down heartrate to the minimum
consider this future that i’m sending them
decide that it’s time to take a turn
metamorphosize, become that worm

spring forth, o spice
sing about the mines
that the fremen toil and the houses reap
the houses with bluest of eyes

grip tight, turn it to the right when you twist it
spot a couple crushed by the weight when they missed it
we risk it, riding to the well to learn
who will drink, we drive that worm

spring forth, o spice
who will drink, we drive that worm
who will drink, we drive that worm
sing about the mines
that the fremen toil and the houses reap
the houses with bluest of eyes

- supercommuter

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS