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 want to be original; I want to 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 can bare' But out here on the border line, 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 want to 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 obese and obscene. This isnt music, its a pyramid scheme. Oh... And out here on the border line, youve got to hold it together! Youve been deprived of dedication. Youve been condemned by your dreams! And out here on the border line, it feels a lot like forever. Well all be damned if this machine turns life into routine. Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down, kept it in near the ground. Now theyre praying for sound. And I dont know whats found, cuz we used to be gifted and persistent. Now were bored, reminiscent. We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed out desire. Weve lost our fire!!!!!! And now they wont remember our names. Our days are mixed in the crowd and our nights are spent fed in the flames. But out here on the border line, youve got to hold it together! Youve been deprived of dedication. Youve been condemned by your dreams! Out here on the border line, it feels a lot like forever. Well all be damned if this machine turns out into a routine. Thieves have taken the crown and have melted it down. Thieves have taken the crown and now theyre praying for sound. (Were dead and gone. Were dead and gone...) [ Knifeman Lyrics ]
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