Overlordian Lyrics

Dark Time Sunshine

Day walk, a stroke move in me,
Misunderstood because my writing isn't gimme gimmie,
Gotta see the lines that you get first,
Before interpreting what you think of the book's cover and its worth.
Money have you and this money heavy,
You carry gold in your both pockets, stop tip profit levy,
Already in the wheel of fortune telling tumbling.
Sit by myself, talk to myself, murmure of mumbling,
Numbers count on this heart and you don't blow,
Scaffing a pair of threes on purpose to block you.
Swaging was created by Asian, just a few we follow
So took the comute out air balloon, about to shoot.
Bet ‘cha she ran out of the roof with you, Olympian, let a moment of truth.
Asking yourself it's still some shit that you just can't conceive,
But when it finally touches you, remember us forever be.

Overlordian, electric parcels,
Sport rocking, I've forgotten, robots block ‘em,
Got a concussion of the gods afferent,
Space time argument, street life, we're owning it, get off of it.
Tough time, sunshine.

Rolling all in it ‘till my head splits it,
To the bottom of it, ‘till I hit the bottoms like the bottom line.
They got ‘em, watch, I'm out of lines,
Stop looking on demand, ‘cause out of home who doesn't master cooking
In hunger strike, they're like freshless to feed,
Yes, indeed, this lesson, lesson, lesson, lesson, less for me.
And less for free, except the heart, especially speech, they call it art, please.
I'm on my own tomb, crossing up the room to coming
Yeah, my own means, tell me again about your purposes.
That's great, really, nothing seems more poisonous
Than trying to spend your way out of worthlessness.
Smack that but this city's like the rat's lab
That be disturbing, give me that, hurry back.
Feeding in the belly like a hurricane threat,
But don't even know to bite back.
Just inn fighting and in flight beings,
Stay in step, smile at cops and pay bills.
We're probably not like you- correct
We're probably not what you guess.

Overlordian, electric parcels,
Sport rocking, I've forgotten, robots block ‘em,
Got a concussion of the gods afferent,
Space time argument, street life, we're owning it, get off of it.

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