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2009-06-15 15:19

I am Sylar

En av de första engelska låtarna jag gjort, kommentera gärna.

I am Sylar

It’s a large haze, led astray through all age,
A dark cave, for your mind to play us like a ball game.
It’s all changed, when what you see is all strange,
Stuck, close enough to crushed by the walls weight.
Enough of your games, it’s too late I’m to fucked to play,
I miss you so little I dream that you get stuck away.
I still have guts to spray, but far too many cuts to pray,
Sometime I might get back upon my feet but not today.
Maybe three years since, I hope I see you soon,
But life is hard growing up and I got things to do.
I’ve got to pay that toll, I’ve got to make that dough,
Maybe I made you go, baby you made me glow.
Maybe afraid or so that I have grown now,
A life in vain, completely on my own now.
I see through all in all the shades of grey,
As the rest of my life, as today, fades away..

It’s Decay (what) Back with a (Oh)
All doped up and nowhere to go.
It’s a cut to black, ‘cause all religions are deceiving,
Hang myself from off the ceiling bringin’ truth to non-believers. X2

I can spot a liar, you get tired as I desire,
The most admired, I can breathe fire, I am Sylar.
That’s why I kill people, too bad it’s illegal,
I’m kind of like a peace keeper, I need evil.
You’re bitch soft, I’m a schizo with a list of,
Things to do with my pistol when it gets cocked, piss of,
You risk all, when you heed to the fame,
when sleeping is pain, stay awake deep in the rain,
It’s needless to say, what’s with the tv? They’re lying in mine,
Trying to take control of your mind and you’re dying inside.
Problems piling up and got me searching to resolve this,
Destroy the peace for now and let me wonder where the war is.
My main man O’ trusted in Chris,
But got stabbed in the back when he started to hit on his bitch.
Ocbie told me; if there’s beef then bring him,
And if we got to go soon, then we gonna die swingin’.

It’s Decay (what) Back with a (Oh)
All doped up and nowhere to go.
It’s a cut to black, ‘cause all religions are deceiving,
Hang myself from off the ceiling bringin’ truth to non-believers. X2


Och här kan du lyssna på den färdiga versionen om du har lust..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL5gVIkL7nY

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