Revelations by Trevor Thomas Lyrics
Trevor Thomas
Revelations
Shane Haisten
(Verse 1: Trevor Thomas)
Revelations in a crypt which is still in creation
In relation, to the ones leading nations
To the end of generation with no explanation
Is this how our lives are worn thin?
Giving in to the ones who want them?
Who want control of what you are within?
And are your left with is bone and skin?
We were left this and we created was known as evilness
Yet we deny the truth of what it really is
So it takes our kids
Into the darkest abyss
So cold, the evil creeps its way into our homes
The media leaves a stain, turns mold
And it sticks in our heads 'til we're old
Leaving us corrupt in the soul
(Chorus: Shane Haisten)
So now you wanna walk down the road like you sought your own M.O
The shoes didn't fit your toes, you're ripping hopes, always leave alone
All the friends and foes, the hits and goes, you figure its about time
We blowing your mind tonight with the light that you lost right with the rhyme
(Verse 2: Shane Haisten)
You know it's not hard to tell that you're not in control
You're just a yard sale sinking I think you couldn't even buy a float
But who would ever know me and Trevor would go
We makin art and we flowing, just the kids in the dark
Two studios and heart, leave a mark on the target then we going
Say I'm never feeling vacant, so pick up all your patience and break it, and sanction
Yourself from my mind gone ancient, to a time where I find cold elevation
Don't hang up the pelt with no rank on the belt, now we blow your mind and the difference you can tell
I've got an alphabet to spell, so pack your travel bags set sail, little buddy you's a fail
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Trevor Thomas)
Making the way for the dreams in hand
It's the way I'll go their the goals I demand
And it don't make sense how you backstabbed
You chose the club over the life you planned
I thought they were dreams?
But you avoided them like nightmares
And so it seemed you were like flares
You were a beast nothing compared
But I'm here finnin' and killing the way
Pushing down anybody who stands in my way
Lyrical spitting, music in my own way
Maniacal, insaniacal, now it's on the page
Insane cause I'm driving the plane not following routes, doing my own thing
And it pains my logical brain, let me explain, my emotions pave the way, it keeps me sane
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Revelations in a crypt which still in creation in relation
You know it's not hard to tell that your not in control
I thought they were dreams?
This was only the beginning. This was only the Prologue, but you aren't ready (Black Prophecy) for what's to come next
The Epilogue
Revelations
Shane Haisten
(Verse 1: Trevor Thomas)
Revelations in a crypt which is still in creation
In relation, to the ones leading nations
To the end of generation with no explanation
Is this how our lives are worn thin?
Giving in to the ones who want them?
Who want control of what you are within?
And are your left with is bone and skin?
We were left this and we created was known as evilness
Yet we deny the truth of what it really is
So it takes our kids
Into the darkest abyss
So cold, the evil creeps its way into our homes
The media leaves a stain, turns mold
And it sticks in our heads 'til we're old
Leaving us corrupt in the soul
(Chorus: Shane Haisten)
So now you wanna walk down the road like you sought your own M.O
The shoes didn't fit your toes, you're ripping hopes, always leave alone
All the friends and foes, the hits and goes, you figure its about time
We blowing your mind tonight with the light that you lost right with the rhyme
(Verse 2: Shane Haisten)
You know it's not hard to tell that you're not in control
You're just a yard sale sinking I think you couldn't even buy a float
But who would ever know me and Trevor would go
We makin art and we flowing, just the kids in the dark
Two studios and heart, leave a mark on the target then we going
Say I'm never feeling vacant, so pick up all your patience and break it, and sanction
Yourself from my mind gone ancient, to a time where I find cold elevation
Don't hang up the pelt with no rank on the belt, now we blow your mind and the difference you can tell
I've got an alphabet to spell, so pack your travel bags set sail, little buddy you's a fail
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Trevor Thomas)
Making the way for the dreams in hand
It's the way I'll go their the goals I demand
And it don't make sense how you backstabbed
You chose the club over the life you planned
I thought they were dreams?
But you avoided them like nightmares
And so it seemed you were like flares
You were a beast nothing compared
But I'm here finnin' and killing the way
Pushing down anybody who stands in my way
Lyrical spitting, music in my own way
Maniacal, insaniacal, now it's on the page
Insane cause I'm driving the plane not following routes, doing my own thing
And it pains my logical brain, let me explain, my emotions pave the way, it keeps me sane
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Revelations in a crypt which still in creation in relation
You know it's not hard to tell that your not in control
I thought they were dreams?
This was only the beginning. This was only the Prologue, but you aren't ready (Black Prophecy) for what's to come next
The Epilogue