Текст Epik High – Excuses

Education is killing my religion
Intuition is killing my religion
My religion is killing your religion
My religion, your religion

MYK:
Lungs blackened from this filth that I’m breathing
Polluted phrases are the kill of the season
My ears bleed and in turn I speak treasons
Weaving through a system that dubs realists as heathens
Like the cigarettes I’m ‘chained’ to, wicked words can be the devil in
Disguise that thrive off of maiming you
But who’s blaming who?
Never are we the ones
We point the finger at the skies and the chosen ‘son’

Who’s to blame
No remedy to cure this pain
No remedy to cure this pain
Cause I believe there’s nothing there for me

All my senses are killing my innocence
Cruel inventions are killing my innocence
No innocence is killing your innocence
My innocence, your innocence
My innocence, your innocence

Tablo:
Blame it on terror. Computer error
The east and west coast and the post-consumer era
The mayor, the president. The air, the elements
Whatever’s relevant but never look in to your mirror
What you want, what you need is to be blameless

Who’s to blame
No remedy to cure this pain
No remedy to cure this pain
Cause I believe there’s nothing there for me

Mithra:
You don’t wanna know the sinner
You don’t wanna know the killer
You don’t wanna know the sinner
You don’t wanna know
Because it’s you

Television is stalling evolution
Medication is stalling evolution
Evolution is stalling revolution
Evolution, revolution
Evolution, revolution

Collaboration, the start of revolution
My decision, the start of revolution
Revolution, the start of evolution
Revolution, evolution
Revolution, evolution

Who’s to blame
No remedy to cure this pain
No remedy to cure this pain
Cause I believe there’s nothing there for me

Who’s to blame
No remedy to cure this pain
No remedy to cure this pain
Cause I believe there’s nothing there for me

Because it’s you, blame yourself