Cros Theology by Tenbag Banditz Lyrics
What loved the shot pellets, that dribbled from those strung-up [?] grows?
What spoke the silence of lead?
Cro realised that there were two gods, one of them much bigger than the other, loving his enemies, and having all the weapons
Raging furnace, beating heart
Basically the ghost up in the shell, we don't know where to start
Stale bread and moldy jars
Adolescence, talking bark
Angry and descendants of the acrid awful anxious past
Ring a taxi, crack on at the bar
Blemished inner memory sings in heaven-sweet vernacular
Say they're sent to say that she has said it was ok to hurt
Faded in a way that is ok for you but not for her
Fall asleep whilst at the cinema, you've seen enough of movies at this
Represent the literature
You've sinned enough America, it's plastic and exterior
Inferior ulterior motives, I'll make ya fear and love
It's not unusual for an introvert to climb up on the podium and sing a thousand simple words
Sing a song and add some verbs, fashioned into factual verse
Flattened into patterns of dissected blackened universe
Cro realised god knew too, otherwise he would have dropped dead
So that was proved
Cro reclined, marveling at his heartbeat
And he realised that god spoke Cro, just existing was his revelation
But what loved the stones and spoke stone? They seemed to exist too
And what spoke that strange silence after his clamour of hooves faded?
And what loved the shot pellets, that dribbled from those strung-up [?] grows?
What spoke the silence of lead?
Cro realised there were two gods, one of them much bigger than the other, loving his enemies, and having all the weapons
Yeah I love my enemies (all of you)
And there's an untoward energy (it's inside)
That lives inside of you and me, and yes I shout obscenities (fuck off!)
But that is cause I'm loving you so let it be (be)
Working on the recipe for everyone to live at ease
But it'll never work 'cause deep inside there is some greed
It's inside of me, it's inside of you
I don't mean to preach I'm just telling you the truth
It's pent up inside of me and I can show you proof
I make the choice every day to sit and drug-abuse
Instead of saving money man, I'm spending it on booze
Could'a spent that fifty pound on something that's for you (true that)
But instead I bought a pack and had a couple burns
He could have a pack of fags and still be asking "twos?" (But why?)
Maybe he is doing that 'cause he is strapped for loot (probably)
I guess you gotta take a look from a different view
What spoke the silence of lead?
Cro realised that there were two gods, one of them much bigger than the other, loving his enemies, and having all the weapons
Raging furnace, beating heart
Basically the ghost up in the shell, we don't know where to start
Stale bread and moldy jars
Adolescence, talking bark
Angry and descendants of the acrid awful anxious past
Ring a taxi, crack on at the bar
Blemished inner memory sings in heaven-sweet vernacular
Say they're sent to say that she has said it was ok to hurt
Faded in a way that is ok for you but not for her
Fall asleep whilst at the cinema, you've seen enough of movies at this
Represent the literature
You've sinned enough America, it's plastic and exterior
Inferior ulterior motives, I'll make ya fear and love
It's not unusual for an introvert to climb up on the podium and sing a thousand simple words
Sing a song and add some verbs, fashioned into factual verse
Flattened into patterns of dissected blackened universe
Cro realised god knew too, otherwise he would have dropped dead
So that was proved
Cro reclined, marveling at his heartbeat
And he realised that god spoke Cro, just existing was his revelation
But what loved the stones and spoke stone? They seemed to exist too
And what spoke that strange silence after his clamour of hooves faded?
And what loved the shot pellets, that dribbled from those strung-up [?] grows?
What spoke the silence of lead?
Cro realised there were two gods, one of them much bigger than the other, loving his enemies, and having all the weapons
Yeah I love my enemies (all of you)
And there's an untoward energy (it's inside)
That lives inside of you and me, and yes I shout obscenities (fuck off!)
But that is cause I'm loving you so let it be (be)
Working on the recipe for everyone to live at ease
But it'll never work 'cause deep inside there is some greed
It's inside of me, it's inside of you
I don't mean to preach I'm just telling you the truth
It's pent up inside of me and I can show you proof
I make the choice every day to sit and drug-abuse
Instead of saving money man, I'm spending it on booze
Could'a spent that fifty pound on something that's for you (true that)
But instead I bought a pack and had a couple burns
He could have a pack of fags and still be asking "twos?" (But why?)
Maybe he is doing that 'cause he is strapped for loot (probably)
I guess you gotta take a look from a different view