Текст Rehab – God I Don’t Know Why
Текст:
Steaknife:
As I continue to sink into uncontrollable depths
Of how it’s feeling written into undesirable steps
Descending miraculously, disappearing through future reasons
Some sick satisfaction stomping myself to death
Drowning my face in sewer water, pulling out my hair
Cause my mind is a substance that the world alter
I inhale pollution, regurgitate meaningless fluids
And ruin incoherent consumption, my functions constantly ruin
The future holds nothing for me but an unknown tombstone
My possessions will possess some evil, guess I won’t die alone
Until they reach a positive end and it’s a loss, so bliss to see
That I can’t feel even if its 300 volts of electricity living in mayday
666 notches in left field, life is a living battle to kill for
I stay at ease with my 32 degree arteries
Danny Boone:
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
Attempting to reach the bottom of a fifth of Beefeater
Red breeder, bad ass cheater, low class urchin, miss merchant
Church and praying and I be ology searching for solitude and sin
Live according to truth, little devil perching on my shoulder with the slaughter thoughts
Caught hell since the first time pop fell, release me from my cell
Fell vic to sick surrounding, I chose how it goes
Weaker living for sneakers and reefer, finding the climb out of this hole deeper and steeper than I care to take on
I wallow in a fuck up, puff hollow swallow no pride
Going off half cocked at the smallest sin I call
Pay you back if I live like Adam did, you can see by my rib
Forget legit my way is a garnish, my reputation’s tarnished
When my time knocks I’m probably in a pine box with no varnish
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
Brooks Buford:
The deity never contacted me, I dwell amongst the shadows of civilization
Writing my own revelation in the book of altercation, vocal it for salvation
A vocal-less probation have me vacating this operation, sad elation
Design by yours truly, the architect for the sinner won’t let your planet off
Give me the blues, soothing, silence awake itself
From when I wear depression like an ornament
And smoke another cigarette and go concurrent
The violent undertow, the sirens calling me
To the isle of Oblivion, ancient as mastodon informing to the negatrons
Hittin second millennium and still can’t see the Carpe Diem without gang holds of Per Diem
Death I see him, he be watching me since semen
But they say that love killed the demon
She came and offered only treason
Get up out of there give me a reason
I awake only to watch the nightfall
God ain’t watching me at all…
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
Danny Boone:
Earthly lust
Falling farther
Asking watch me
Holy Father
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
God I don’t know now
God I don’t know
Альбом
Rehab – To Whom It May Consume
