Lyrics
BLUE DEVILS (click track title to listen)Won’t you come over young soldier…and get yourself a fix…The first hit is free the next will have you down on your knees…Once you cross over…He dont know ya…Hes way up above the clouds…These dizzies is free…get yourself some…In spite of everyone who has fallen before…I told them I can handle, now give me some more…Got big hands strong back…And the strength of an ox…Take the heat from the fire…Squeezing water from rocks…I’ve wasted so much time that I forgot myself…Baby…Never trust or lust you must escape blue devils…Im trying to leave it, not feed it…For so long now I’ve needed…To cut these wicked ties I’m, all tangled up…Getting out from under, no wonder…I wont be seen again…I wasted so much time…Won’t watch me cave in…In spite of everyone who has fallen before…I told them I can handle it, now give me some more…Got big hands strong back…And the strength of an ox…Take the heat from the fire…Squeezing water from rocks…I’ve wasted so much time that I forgot myself…Please don’t let these demons follow me….Please don’t let these shadows swallow me…Gotta shake these chains that I’ve chosen…Reclaim the soul that’s been stolen…Till then I swear I won’t be drifting away, no…Baby…Baby…Baby…Never trust for lust you must escape blue devils…MK ULTRA (click track title to listen)The burnt yellow moon bears downon the streets of this ghost townAnd shadows move like serpents on the groundMy mind is leaving meReplaced by deaf descriptionsOf a world that’s made for showAnd I’m the only one cursed to knowThey gave me all the answersTo all the questions I never ever askedBut the lies never last, noSo keep your heads high, above the tideEvery single day we continue moving closerTo the moments our realities collideThey can’t control meI’d rather destroy myselfSaw their spies in my dreamsI pack a bullet for my mental stealthSo I keep an easy Uzi in my arsenalAnd if I die before I wake lordBreak my soulThey ain’t gettin a finger on meNot a mutha fuckin finger on meSo now I preach on the streets paved with bricks and goldSo listen as your toldMy mind is young but the truth has made it oldDon’t pray for me, wasted litanies will never set me freeMy time is at an endIts too late to pretendSo keep your ears down to the groundAs long as theirs a world there’s a reason for resistanceAnd the resistance is the reason for the soundThey can’t control meI’d rather destroy myselfSaw their spies in my dreamsI pack a bullet for my mental stealthSo I keep an easy Uzi in my arsenalAnd if I die before I wake lordBreak my soulThey ain’t gettin a finger on meNot a mutha fuckin finger on me
