Oceans Apart - Secret Nation

Come every day, it's sink or swim Take it to heart or on a whim Are we the loser or the hero? It's a dice throw So what if we lose our focus Nobody's gonna notice Oceans of time will wash on by Ebb and flowing through our lives Why should we hurry the tide You and I only have oceans of time Sunrise to sunrise it's a game Twenty-four hours doesn't change No point to beg steal or borrow from tomorrow Whatever we need, we have it Let's not get stuck in traffic Oceans of time will wash on by Ebb and flowing through our lives Why should we hurry the tide? You and I only have oceans of time Oceans of time will wash on by Ebb and flowing through our lives Why should we hurry the tide? You and I only have oceans of time Only have oceans of time

Burn everything to the floor Every motherfucker got something to say but never wanna say it to my face Back in the lab again trapped in a labyrinth Just like the devil knocking on my door (yeah knocking on my door!) Told him go away he's a persistent one (oh no!) Entered my brain and made me commit murder then sever appendages Fuck a burial I'll throw the body up in a wood Chipper chipper cuz they're never gonna find you Blackest of mages I made it out of Tartarus your Favorite label wants me they don't wanna sign you I told em eat a dick, ha Ain't nobody gonna get my John Hancock Never believe a thing Trust nobody keep my heart on lock, bitch Автоматика в руке, я знаю точно Что не возьму геру — это в моём прошлом Я хочу убить их, взъёбан, курю бошки Трупы чёрных кошек, видеть мёртвых — ноша Твой позор изношен, нет дороги в Мекку Будешь мною брошен в жрущих падаль реку Дьявол — моё эго, рядом негр с Кольтом Да, я сволочь века, не заслужил Бога Да, я взъёбан сильно, мои веки в красном В моём бланте бластер, не был мразью на спор Сатана — твой пастор, суки плачут маслом Поселиться в их телах — они согласны Они хотят заслужить, блядь, прощенья Но сколько блядей я ебал в оружейной Наркота порой с костлявой нас женит Но прежним не всплыть, если шёл в погруженье Тссс... Эй, блядь, чё такое? В чёрных масках мы дырявим этот Ровер На моей руке набит один единый номер Купи себе Гоярд, пусть тебя в нём похоронят Твоя жизнь — это ирония, ты тупая сука Я самое стрёмное из всех ебаных пугол Во мне живут драгсы, миксовать — это наука Кровь твоего плага на шипах моего плуга

We could sail across the seven seas Take you far away from the mysteries that reminds you Of the loneliness in you heart We could search for islands far and near Join in creation Look to hear all the songs They've been singing all these years Search across the oceans For who you are been lost for too long Searching for a secret In coming home we find we have all we need If my boat were ever to drift ashore Would you come find me Your ropes and oars are a beacon That's hidden deep within my soul So I'll bury my treasure And bury it deep with all of my footprints I've hidden the keys You can find them at the bottom of this sea Search across the oceans For who you are been lost for too long Searching for a secret In coming home we find we have Search across the oceans For who you are been lost for too long Searching for a secret In coming home we find So why are we always going to waste (Eh, oh, eh, oh) Pull me together and put me in place (Eh, oh, eh, oh) So why are we always going to waste (Eh, oh, eh, oh) Pull me together and put me in place (Eh, oh, eh, oh) Search across the oceans For who you are been lost for too long In coming home we find Search across the oceans For who you are been lost for too long Searching for a secret In coming home we find we have all we need In coming home we find we have all we need In coming home you'll find you have all we need

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour