Текст песни Ringing - Dead Players, Jam Baxter, Dabbla

Ringing

I will rest upon that warm sack of laurels
My eyes matching my complete lack of morals
My doppelganger quarrels with forgotten plastic models
While I flip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles
A string of huge gamble in a gothic church
The priest that want your life just bowled out screaming
What’s it worth?
And I can chase that fucker ‘til he’s finished
I just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first
Right now, I’m still on that fuck em up now shit
Half lit, half crisp, young and run down shit
These empty streets got the whole team surrounded
I lost track on how many escape routes I counted
Wake up, their dreams were never yours
Pick a plight and back it
Pull your curtain back and beg a cause
Pissed cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for
And all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of draws
And you might of seen me racking up a slug or two
But I ain’t gotta slither up and glorify your drugs for you
Cold crushed in corners, gums gassing ‘bout that real flake
Real bait, see you next year in a real state
As your skull assess the damages and twitched
It was broadcast on every damn channel in the bits
Just a kid inspected ruins, spew and bile at every camera
This is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor
(Hook)
Yeah
I called the gods and left It ringing, ringing
I insight riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
(Verse 2 — Dabbla)
This is artistic licence to get absolutely fucked out my face
The ego just snucked out his place
Tightly mashed down the name you trusted, got the game disgusted
And what you’re tasting Is a different type of flavoured mustard
The shit I laced it up with, caused a major fuckrie
Leave you facing upwards dealing with it so abruptly
Things are going lovely, thanks for fucking asking
Get the place erupting now the flames are everlasting
And yeah I’ll have them flabbergasted, leave your face adjusted
Keep them sniffing around my shit I’ll have your nasal busted
Skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted
We got them dutty flavours, I heard your label loves it
I be like fuck the neighbours, allow my name in public
The way I move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject
Your days are number, big kleptomaniac
Control Alt Delete, creeping up on what I’m aiming at
(Hook)