Saafir - Bent lyrics

I've been down this corridor - Before you enter you have to bring Back the creator of winter damn, Too late i'm spoiled, i need the napalm I got it, i shot it in my left sector, Blew up the timing device on the reactor. Time shifted i had to remold the floor The foundation for creation - mate's blend The pleasure dome into another roam - A walk stalked nightly by the ogre That's rarely sober. but there's no tracin I see the place in the flow. i'm beyond dawn, No i'm not in the lawn under pawns - Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets. I never pulled slits lips wit no braille sk**ed eyes - Balls through eyesockets. i'm currently current Currents of electricity; they can't get wit me Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo. A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows, Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds, Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish, Victims on a hit list me like geronimo on a pratt - Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor. No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light Switches so you can see the real, i feel the tension My sight twitches - i'm bent. Second scene: i'm the star in a step show Around corners, the coroner's office; Where my rep grows. i'm on some sort of drug Like the president, it's evident that i'm noid, A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper. I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas, The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport It's a sport for me to take another life on landing, Branding wit a prattle prod designed by god. It's my job to resign frauds, The odd is against you got a degree in me, So i know that i flow, credentials are essential - It's blasphemy the type of sh** they be askin me. I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet. Swinging on a duet with the bullet. I never pull out for suspense - i'm on a bent mission. Jack cousteau couldn't take it no deeper - I'm a resident in davey jones micro-locker Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth: Mad dog, a taste, never had hog i'm droppin The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it. I seen it beneath where the cowards hope Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost Treasure through measures in bars - i'm bent.