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Rise he said, rise my son
Rise up and walk with me
Lets walk these streets like we should
Like we have to
You cant walk? Then run my friend
Its a matter of pain and desire
With great desire comes side effects of the belzebub
With less desire there is pain involved
If you cant stand the pain then.. then
Take a pill to get rid of the pain..
..son
Take it like a man takes his woman
Have you made your desition?
Will you walk with me?
Will you run with me?
Will you take your responsibility?
Take this cigarette, now smoke it
Take this vessel, and smell it
Deep down you want it
You think that you dont need it but oh yes, you do
The need for a needle, the crush for the rush
Do you feel different?
Do you feel filthy and honest?
Or mabye honored and dishonest?
It doesnt matter now, does it?
It all comes to its right place
Just like the blue sky-pieces of a puzzle
You feel the heat, the itchiness and a fragrence of unconciousness
And now you know, its on.
Run now run, run towards the sun
Along the streets of ironic innocence
Ironic, yes, ironic innocence and footsteps of beats
Away from the inner city
Amongst your friends with drugs lend
Surf on the streets, bare feets
It feels good, the wind blows through the not any more dark hoods
You trip, but you dont fall to the ground
Its a constant and non-gravity falling
Like a trip to a southern country though you wont fall down once you go up
Up, up, up, up, far away, far out, aim for everything that lies ahead. But litsen to the shattered streets. They will talk to you
Laughters, short hair, skatewaves, pills, policemen, stores, people, streets, women, long hair, crossbows, hats, sherriff’s, needels, saints, brides, stones, jeans, shades, cape of old-folks, tails
keep me alive, keep me awake, awake far from reality
sweap the leaves and herbs over me, let the needels recognise my blood
lets not make an end but a mere short brake
so take your last blow and suck your last pill
remember where to look when you walk the streets and never get overwhelmed with who you are.
Do as they say when they speak of the reality, never trust them about your real world.
Rise up and walk with me
Lets walk these streets like we should
Like we have to
You cant walk? Then run my friend
Its a matter of pain and desire
With great desire comes side effects of the belzebub
With less desire there is pain involved
If you cant stand the pain then.. then
Take a pill to get rid of the pain..
..son
Take it like a man takes his woman
Have you made your desition?
Will you walk with me?
Will you run with me?
Will you take your responsibility?
Take this cigarette, now smoke it
Take this vessel, and smell it
Deep down you want it
You think that you dont need it but oh yes, you do
The need for a needle, the crush for the rush
Do you feel different?
Do you feel filthy and honest?
Or mabye honored and dishonest?
It doesnt matter now, does it?
It all comes to its right place
Just like the blue sky-pieces of a puzzle
You feel the heat, the itchiness and a fragrence of unconciousness
And now you know, its on.
Run now run, run towards the sun
Along the streets of ironic innocence
Ironic, yes, ironic innocence and footsteps of beats
Away from the inner city
Amongst your friends with drugs lend
Surf on the streets, bare feets
It feels good, the wind blows through the not any more dark hoods
You trip, but you dont fall to the ground
Its a constant and non-gravity falling
Like a trip to a southern country though you wont fall down once you go up
Up, up, up, up, far away, far out, aim for everything that lies ahead. But litsen to the shattered streets. They will talk to you
Laughters, short hair, skatewaves, pills, policemen, stores, people, streets, women, long hair, crossbows, hats, sherriff’s, needels, saints, brides, stones, jeans, shades, cape of old-folks, tails
keep me alive, keep me awake, awake far from reality
sweap the leaves and herbs over me, let the needels recognise my blood
lets not make an end but a mere short brake
so take your last blow and suck your last pill
remember where to look when you walk the streets and never get overwhelmed with who you are.
Do as they say when they speak of the reality, never trust them about your real world.
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