Foreign Beggars - Visitations Lyrics
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Visitations
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What Are The Lyrics For Visitations By Foreign Beggars?
Last chance for visitation
Livin’ round here the sign reads no immigration The side effects of the strive-to-get generation I don’t even trust myself to help the situation Cos its fucked here, first world structure but it’s just fear So much that mother fuckers are coming in to combust here It’s just eerie how we’re acting out the paradigm, All text book it’s been written line for fuckin line I drink the dutty wine, recline and put my blinkers on Crossfade the news off on to what’s the sickest song On youtube or some streaming service i don’t even know Take my data shape my life experience and u see me grow Ever more complacent pure consumption come and see me fail Ever more depression the self i medicate through digi scales You could scale the greatest hights if you really wanted to If you paid attention, f*ck your values and your shitty schools Pay attention, do what i say not what i do, Work hard and it will all be made available to you All these spoils, all the good things that only money buys Don’t listen to all those other books, they’re only full of lies x2 I’m just tryina make a livin' Aimless scriptin' on a heinous rhythm Too blazed to change position Lazin' in this vacant kitchen Too much the grain to be faceless ape that plays the system Too much a dick to be the waste of space the plays the victim When i was young i ran with mans that end up caged in prison These days i’m smart I see my path i guess I aged with wisdom My baby mama see’s a vagrant with a vague addiction And that’s crazy drama, when you slaved to pay the the place she pitched in Another story hidden in the inner city's folds Where you could lose your soul, blinded by the glint of gold You stake out a grey cloud, to make out a silver line Get faked out, and break down but now you're broken, skint and old No pot to piss in Me I’m movin’ of my own volition I will not be caught slippin' Driftin’ in the L Griftin’ in a livin hell My movements certified to flourish Using thoughts to prove my force Dem others waiting by the wishing well Pay attention, do what i say not what i do, Work hard and it will all be made available to you All these spoils, all the good things that only money buys Don’t listen to all those other books, they’re only full of lies Earth is a prison I had to make a urgent decision Do I live by the words of wisdom or do I work for the system Or work the system with the precision of a surgeons incision You want heaven yet you worship the living I read books like the secret monitor on how they monetise Separate the letters in money you see one eye Analyse the letters in soldier it says sold to die So when your unconscious You’re forgetting that’s your souls an eye Meaning I as in self, as in self aware Secret means to separate In ignorance and keep us there Gate keepers, to keep you in your block with fear Jacobs’ ladder on the bottom of the stairs, cheers Symbolism in my vision when I walk the streets We’re taking orders even in the way we’re taught to speak Let me read your receipts and search your mind for gold Mind control if you look closer it says mine for gold Spirit and body, using good looks to sell, good luck You see your spelling book is just a book of spells Hello Elohim you can sell souls in hell’s hole But you’ll never live to hear your own bell toll Hell no. |
Who Wrote Visitations By Foreign Beggars?
Dean Palinczuk, Ebow Graham, James Miller, Matthew Francis Harris, Pavan Mukhi
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What's The Duration Of The Visitations By Foreign Beggars?The duration of Visitations is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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