Magma Baths - Death Robot Jungle

I have no recollection of my face I feel I might've been in here for days Couldn't say which is real and which is fake Who's to say that I don't want it this way? We are We are caught in a world of art We are caught in a world apart Indulging our sensational heart too hard We are a narrative of infinite arc We are I have no recollection of my face I feel I might've been in here for days Couldn't say which is real and which is fake Who's to say that I don't want it this way? We are We are caught in a world of art We are caught in a world apart Indulging our sensational heart too hard We are a narrative of infinite arc We are caught in a world of art We are caught in a world apart Indulging our sensational heart too hard We are a narrative of infinite arc We are

Analyse this chemistry Producing poison and Creeping in your veins For the love of blood The poison slowly spreads Through the body and the mind Close your eyes and drop your things Be ready to fly You are now, high In the sun, burn You're away, alive On the moon, round After walking all the miles Consumed into your bones And breathing all the dust Of the desert land I know that all along You were doing it for absolution It's written in your eyes You are now, high In the sun, burn You're away, alive On the moon, round Away Just wanna fly away, always higher Away Embrace the light on the other side You are now, high In the sun, burn You're away, alive On the moon, round Round, round, round

Shabz Beatz Et, j'sais qu't'es mort Bim, échec et mat Timal, hachek t'es fort Garette-ci, pilon, milk-shake, et masse On n'aime pas les "chuts", qui rodent On préfère les chiens qui ra' Devant y'a les chiens qui rognent On n'aime pas les chattes qui râlent Un pétard de fou, hop, une ambiance de feu Un shoot, j'recommence deux fois Fuck, j'rebalance deux feuilles J'suis, en plein dans la misère J'me, rapproche du Masera' J'tue, mon ami c'est miséreux Fuite, si la lune n'est pas éra Vroom, vroom le RMZ Trop loin d'être branché d'TMC Psitt, et bolosse reste zen Prends l'comportement d'tes MCs J'viens pour la kichta Contrôle, un doigt pour la kisdé Qu'est-ce t'as, costaud tu piges pas Fiesta automobile pistée Bientôt plus l'temps pour les: "ma copine attend" J'm'envole comme Pilatus On va taper la piñata, pile à temps Vu qu'j'suis devant eux, si j'freine, ils pilent à donf Et t'as vu la diff' Et si j'en viens à te vendre quelque chose Ma chérie t'as pas vu la tof Pas de félature, negro j'fais la teuf Et on m'répète: "la bouteille finit la pure"