Представляем точный текст композиции "Knifeman" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bronx (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Knifeman» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bronx (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bronx (The) - "Knifeman"
Lyrics to Knifeman : I wanna be original; I wanna be surrounded by art. But everything is digital; the formulas are fallin apart. They riot in the streets because theres not enough money to share. Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we cant bare' But out here on the borderline youve got to hold it together! Youve been deprived of dedication, youve been condemned by your dreams. Is it as bad as it seems' And can you pull the hook from your mouth' Do you wanna feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out' Were divided it seems. This is a diary of life in between. This is a obese and obscene it seems. This isnt music its a pyramid scheme. Oh... And out here on the borderline youve gotta hold it together! Youve been deprived of dedication, youve been condemned by your dreams And out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever! Youll all be dead if this machine, turns art into routine. Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down, kept an ear to the ground, now theyre praying for sound. And I dont know whats found. Cause we used to be gifted, and persistent. Now were bored, reminiscent. We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed our desire Weve lost our fire! And now they wont remember our names. Our days are mixed in the crowd, and our nights spent fanning the flames But out here on the borderline youve gotta hold it together! Youve been deprived of dedication, youve been condemned by your dreams. But oh...out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever! Youll all be dead if this machine, turns art into a routine. (Dead and gone, dead and gone) Thieves have taken the crown. (Dead and gone, dead and gone) And have melted it down. (Dead and gone, were dead and gone) Thieves have taken the crown. (Dead and gone, were dead and gone) And now theyre praying for sound. [ Knifeman Lyrics ]
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