Текст песни: Tempest + перевод

Battles leaders. Slaps their teeth, so nasty with strength I can’t fathom

Cackle, because wack MC’s at Tabb’s school couldn’t draft a sad word

Laugh the feelings absent. Deal with matters late. Wrap up your math work

I fear my lyrics aren’t too clear to listeners

The viewers steer through, clear of literary instruments and terms

Itching on the inside, imbecilic, villainous opinions

Stick with this limbic system. At my intelligence, it bitches

I both produced and wrote this record, whole. Now doing vocals

Not too boastful, though. I loathe the pros that gloat with bogus social

Crows. My focused hope approaches goals opposing those droll fools

My motives show a potent exposure of forte, smoking foes null

I’ve recently been seeing my dreams in third person

I think these words in cursive, asserting the curves uncertain

But worst thing’s first. I’m thirsting for some verses curing

The hertz that blur, sting, hurt my perception. Works as a sure thing

I hurl my burdens towards the back of my brain forcing

My boredom, morphing former glory into horror stories poorly

Whoring my sorry soul out to rogues to roll me over

Rovers roam to my home. Storming onto the loners

Disclosure of beholders… it is no more. We hiss, sober

Somber songs for long pauses called by authority. Improper

Cause of death: the lost expression of my best. The fall is stressed

Call off the bet, my sponsors left their prompters benched and tossed the script

Switch the set. My sweat is stitched deep in my head with thread incisions

No! Shit, no!

Bitches threaten guests with quickened tricks to get us X’d for living

No! Let’s go!

Trigger finger’s on the switch. Lift a limb and it’ll spit

Bullets everywhere. Full clips emptied, aired

Fists are swinging in the pit. Ditch officials down a ditch

Fools, whipped, bed the land. Cool kids hand in hand

Why in the hell would you try to prevail if

We’re the ones with crystal conscience

Tug on the plug. Boo-hoo, you fuckers lose

The storm is coming. The coming of the storm

The storm is coming. The coming of the storm

The storm is coming. The coming of the storm

The storm is coming. The coming of the storm

My throat is throbbing for the possibility of stopping

Nonsensical laws and operations by the ruling posse

Along with so-called control, trolling us for fun and money

Fuck you punks. Disgusting government pigs with blunder. Shun me

It’s all a done deal, ya think? Here, meet my love: zeal

She’ll beat your teeth in fearlessly. My mental cuts still unhealed

You’ll see how blood streaming down your chin, your lips, and tongue feels

The sting will eat at you for eternity

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