The Surge
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β±οΈ 3:46 duration
π ID: 5290305
π Lyrics
I've got this!
I'm slowly roasting under the solar rays, been stuck in this hole for days
What virtuoso made the oh-so great proposal of drones with blades
Hey, don't separate my nose and face, My looks will go to waste
I was low a moment ago, but pain's a way to motivate
I don't suppose they'll float away so I'll make a new way to negotiate
Turn over the page with no delay I'm my own protΓ©gΓ©
I'm a dark soul with two hard shoulders known as the motorway so don't you dare overtake or you'll need a new coat of paint
Severing extremities as a clever method we use to lose a load of weight
Your tech's like your culture: free for me to go and appropriate
Those flows provoke debate blowing up at an explosive rate
So debased I won't associate with you, you're overrate
I prefer to go on a a date with a moldy plate of roast potatoes
Craving's so voracious I could float in space and won't be weightless
How the heck did I get so big? Sticking tech to my exo-rig
But its never sufficient I'm at the ready getting ready for my next growth so lets go big!
Never mind the gods and their schemes!
We are the cogs in their machine.
The wildest fighting dogs you've ever seen!
Blood, petrol, metal, sweat and dreams.
Adapt to stress, disaster, like a committed method actor
No happy ever after
A vicious metal raptor with the extra x-factor
Collecting tech scrap for the aptitudes I have to yet master
Get faster
Test you'll get your neck-snapped
So its messed up like its Glen Baxter's sketchpad that's drenched in alphabet pasta
Sepp Blatter deceptive bastard
Fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc
A tragic endings pending when you're drunk trying to enter traffic
Shrapnel spins and severed limbs, liquidating everything
From megaliths to details we see the devil in
We go to CREO party
Dismantle the demonarchy
Don't start when you can't complete or your arteries will receive no heartbeat
I've got this!
Someone call a doctor, I've got this!
Doctor I've got the surge, but I'm lost for words
Feel like I'm on the verge of popping off
Do not disturb
Call of the search, I've lost my never giving you just desserts
I'm Kicking you off the curb. My golly gosh, that must've hurt!
I'm slowly roasting under the solar rays, been stuck in this hole for days
What virtuoso made the oh-so great proposal of drones with blades
Hey, don't separate my nose and face, My looks will go to waste
I was low a moment ago, but pain's a way to motivate
I don't suppose they'll float away so I'll make a new way to negotiate
Turn over the page with no delay I'm my own protΓ©gΓ©
I'm a dark soul with two hard shoulders known as the motorway so don't you dare overtake or you'll need a new coat of paint
Severing extremities as a clever method we use to lose a load of weight
Your tech's like your culture: free for me to go and appropriate
Those flows provoke debate blowing up at an explosive rate
So debased I won't associate with you, you're overrate
I prefer to go on a a date with a moldy plate of roast potatoes
Craving's so voracious I could float in space and won't be weightless
How the heck did I get so big? Sticking tech to my exo-rig
But its never sufficient I'm at the ready getting ready for my next growth so lets go big!
Never mind the gods and their schemes!
We are the cogs in their machine.
The wildest fighting dogs you've ever seen!
Blood, petrol, metal, sweat and dreams.
Adapt to stress, disaster, like a committed method actor
No happy ever after
A vicious metal raptor with the extra x-factor
Collecting tech scrap for the aptitudes I have to yet master
Get faster
Test you'll get your neck-snapped
So its messed up like its Glen Baxter's sketchpad that's drenched in alphabet pasta
Sepp Blatter deceptive bastard
Fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc
A tragic endings pending when you're drunk trying to enter traffic
Shrapnel spins and severed limbs, liquidating everything
From megaliths to details we see the devil in
We go to CREO party
Dismantle the demonarchy
Don't start when you can't complete or your arteries will receive no heartbeat
I've got this!
Someone call a doctor, I've got this!
Doctor I've got the surge, but I'm lost for words
Feel like I'm on the verge of popping off
Do not disturb
Call of the search, I've lost my never giving you just desserts
I'm Kicking you off the curb. My golly gosh, that must've hurt!