Rotten calls by Seekh Lyrics
(verse)
Contortionist
A zone i’m prone to known
Bones are thrown
Unlimited tricks for each of you clones
The media is social, alone
Standing
Leave mobile
At a funeral home
I’ve been placed in the wrong coffin
Head huncho
Greet you with pack a punch
Plead for the fate in a soul of a God
That’s the wrong option
Laughter is a great medicine
Cannot cure the mind
It’s a broken veteran
Cannot rule the line
It’s a broken burden
Certain we laugh through hurting
Creep upon lurking
Topsy turvy turning the thoughts
Burning whilе each person applauds
Seek for a goal no loss in the mind whеn you reach in the soul
(refrain)
Lord but who will they call when
I take over …
Take it all for myself
And who will fall when i leave notice
Of nobodies wealth
And who is a king of people when i found the God in myself
And who is a leader when my energy built walls for my health
(hook)
I’m gone
So toxic
Topic to topic
It’s chronic disease
A toke of that chronic to please
And leave your soul in peace
Gift me each disease of sick love
Calls never picked up
Can you dream love
Push to shove
Bodies pile up in a rut
(verse)
Seeping through the window
We barred in, bar so high, no limbo
Small spaces crawl through
You think i’ll take over?
Hm, well bingo
The light is flashing, disco bulb turned on
Can't retain all this info
Fixed on to eternal swirling thoughts
I blend in
Blessings sought from bredrens
Each person has a lesson
And each lesson forms a question
I’m Seekh, what you expect from an inspector of weapons
Pen drops people, shoot, splat, brain dies in seconds like all you need is lemons of life
But we’re picked from the wrong tree
Tab attached to the tongue and i found the real me
Rattle your mouth and doubt my ability
Sat on the couch, but not on this earth
Travel through words
Letters in cursive
Never took my foot off the peddle
Each path i’m dispersed in
(refrain)
Lord but who will they call when
I take over …
Take it all for myself
And who will fall when i leave notice
Of nobodies wealth
And who is a king of people when i found the God in myself
And who is a leader when my energy built walls for my health
(hook)
I’m gone
So toxic
Topic to topic
It’s chronic disease
A toke of that chronic to please
And leave your soul in peace
Gift me each disease of sick love
Calls never picked up
Can you dream love
Push to shove
Bodies pile up in a rut
(outro)
Organisation of the men was made difficult by the fact that reality had become so distorted for some of them
Contortionist
A zone i’m prone to known
Bones are thrown
Unlimited tricks for each of you clones
The media is social, alone
Standing
Leave mobile
At a funeral home
I’ve been placed in the wrong coffin
Head huncho
Greet you with pack a punch
Plead for the fate in a soul of a God
That’s the wrong option
Laughter is a great medicine
Cannot cure the mind
It’s a broken veteran
Cannot rule the line
It’s a broken burden
Certain we laugh through hurting
Creep upon lurking
Topsy turvy turning the thoughts
Burning whilе each person applauds
Seek for a goal no loss in the mind whеn you reach in the soul
(refrain)
Lord but who will they call when
I take over …
Take it all for myself
And who will fall when i leave notice
Of nobodies wealth
And who is a king of people when i found the God in myself
And who is a leader when my energy built walls for my health
(hook)
I’m gone
So toxic
Topic to topic
It’s chronic disease
A toke of that chronic to please
And leave your soul in peace
Gift me each disease of sick love
Calls never picked up
Can you dream love
Push to shove
Bodies pile up in a rut
(verse)
Seeping through the window
We barred in, bar so high, no limbo
Small spaces crawl through
You think i’ll take over?
Hm, well bingo
The light is flashing, disco bulb turned on
Can't retain all this info
Fixed on to eternal swirling thoughts
I blend in
Blessings sought from bredrens
Each person has a lesson
And each lesson forms a question
I’m Seekh, what you expect from an inspector of weapons
Pen drops people, shoot, splat, brain dies in seconds like all you need is lemons of life
But we’re picked from the wrong tree
Tab attached to the tongue and i found the real me
Rattle your mouth and doubt my ability
Sat on the couch, but not on this earth
Travel through words
Letters in cursive
Never took my foot off the peddle
Each path i’m dispersed in
(refrain)
Lord but who will they call when
I take over …
Take it all for myself
And who will fall when i leave notice
Of nobodies wealth
And who is a king of people when i found the God in myself
And who is a leader when my energy built walls for my health
(hook)
I’m gone
So toxic
Topic to topic
It’s chronic disease
A toke of that chronic to please
And leave your soul in peace
Gift me each disease of sick love
Calls never picked up
Can you dream love
Push to shove
Bodies pile up in a rut
(outro)
Organisation of the men was made difficult by the fact that reality had become so distorted for some of them