Periphery - Froggin' Bullfish Lyrics
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Froggin' Bullfish
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What Are The Lyrics For Froggin' Bullfish By Periphery?
Shut out from this ancient truth
We are blind inside Migrant souls from a distant world? There's an absence of knowledge Reaching out for the pulse of our own Now the time has come to awaken the prophecy Buried underneath the veil of illusion Given a life of freedom, only to neglect what we should feel Tortured by negative consciousness Feeling our disorder hit the froggin' wall Escape some way Awake! Hallucinating desire Chase the obscene Travel these wonders far beyond Burn down the walls that bind you to this cage, or be detained For once, a glimpse at freedom would feel divine A break from this feeble old mind My fucking mind! Negative scenes are just the projection of our own dark fear Playing the victim is not what will bring us back to salvation Back to reality What is it they all seek? Be it the wealth of the throne? Live your life as a drone! Reaching out for the pulse of our own So high above what they all seen to know Subliminal signs; a message that's unrefined Soaring above what they all seem to know Someday replay the purgatory life you lead Taste the obscene, Travel these wonders far beyond Burn down the walls that bind you to this cage, or be detained |
Who Wrote Froggin' Bullfish By Periphery?
Adam Getgood, Jake Bowen, Mark Hulett Holcomb, Matthew Halpern, Misha Mansoor, Spencer Sotelo
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What's The Duration Of The Froggin' Bullfish By Periphery?The duration of Froggin' Bullfish is 5:05 minutes and seconds. |
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