Predormitum (Prologue) Lyrics
| Song | Predormitum (Prologue) |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | Oneirology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I am floating happy not knowing nautical coursetie a wristwatch in slipknots and dock at my porchtime is of no essence, the presence becomes presentspeasants become pheasants and soar past acceptancecurrent currencies worthless, fodder for feeding purseswith iron clad words | |
| I solder together verses | |
| I’m trippin like | |
| I’m eatin’ the fungileaving me cornered like the puss that crusts in ones eye[V2 - DEACON]listenthere's no light, just never ending nightand the weather's like a hurricane when land is in it's sitethe sand within my hourglass could vanish any momentand i'm trying to read the signs within the symbols and the omensfrom the motions of the sea, to the color of the darkthis ocean of my dreams was more than cover for the sharksrecovering these parts is like discovering my art | |
| I wonder as | |
| I wander through my heart[V3 - KNO] | |
| Cus it starts a dream defferred | |
| A clipped wing on a white dove | |
| Seems absurd, a smudge on a white glove | |
| Not seen nor heard like screams from the night's lungs | |
| Cling to words so much that you won't budge | |
| Fiends in herds who yearn for the white crumbs | |
| Getting high like the city sky when it lights up | |
| Thats what the night does | |
| It hits your mind with the right stuff | |
| To keep you blind with a slight buzz[V4 - DEACON] | |
| The mind is like a puzzle that could never be completedwe scuffle through it's pieces, strugglin for peace it'shard for us to sleep and even harder to awakethe image in my mirror’s gettin harder to relate | |
| I see me harbouring my hate and bartering with gracebut | |
| I couldn't be farther from my faith, or my facethrough this waste of my mind, may i find direction | |
| I'm a waste of my time if | |
| I don't find it's lessons[V5 - NATTI] | |
| So all welcome to this generous helping of self reflectionnight thoughts brought to life with incandescenceas the twirls on the tip of our indexstaring into space one’s vision is endless[KNO]but glaring at the ground you can see where the end is[NATTI]so just close pupils and be pupils and listen[KNO]the headset’s your desk the test is what’s missin[NATTI]digest these notes of quotes of keys written |
| I am floating happy not knowing nautical coursetie a wristwatch in slipknots and dock at my porchtime is of no essence, the presence becomes presentspeasants become pheasants and soar past acceptancecurrent currencies worthless, fodder for feeding purseswith iron clad words | |
| I solder together verses | |
| I' m trippin like | |
| I' m eatin' the fungileaving me cornered like the puss that crusts in ones eye V2 DEACON listenthere' s no light, just never ending nightand the weather' s like a hurricane when land is in it' s sitethe sand within my hourglass could vanish any momentand i' m trying to read the signs within the symbols and the omensfrom the motions of the sea, to the color of the darkthis ocean of my dreams was more than cover for the sharksrecovering these parts is like discovering my art | |
| I wonder as | |
| I wander through my heart V3 KNO | |
| Cus it starts a dream defferred | |
| A clipped wing on a white dove | |
| Seems absurd, a smudge on a white glove | |
| Not seen nor heard like screams from the night' s lungs | |
| Cling to words so much that you won' t budge | |
| Fiends in herds who yearn for the white crumbs | |
| Getting high like the city sky when it lights up | |
| Thats what the night does | |
| It hits your mind with the right stuff | |
| To keep you blind with a slight buzz V4 DEACON | |
| The mind is like a puzzle that could never be completedwe scuffle through it' s pieces, strugglin for peace it' shard for us to sleep and even harder to awakethe image in my mirror' s gettin harder to relate | |
| I see me harbouring my hate and bartering with gracebut | |
| I couldn' t be farther from my faith, or my facethrough this waste of my mind, may i find direction | |
| I' m a waste of my time if | |
| I don' t find it' s lessons V5 NATTI | |
| So all welcome to this generous helping of self reflectionnight thoughts brought to life with incandescenceas the twirls on the tip of our indexstaring into space one' s vision is endless KNO but glaring at the ground you can see where the end is NATTI so just close pupils and be pupils and listen KNO the headset' s your desk the test is what' s missin NATTI digest these notes of quotes of keys written |
| I am floating happy not knowing nautical coursetie a wristwatch in slipknots and dock at my porchtime is of no essence, the presence becomes presentspeasants become pheasants and soar past acceptancecurrent currencies worthless, fodder for feeding purseswith iron clad words | |
| I solder together verses | |
| I' m trippin like | |
| I' m eatin' the fungileaving me cornered like the puss that crusts in ones eye V2 DEACON listenthere' s no light, just never ending nightand the weather' s like a hurricane when land is in it' s sitethe sand within my hourglass could vanish any momentand i' m trying to read the signs within the symbols and the omensfrom the motions of the sea, to the color of the darkthis ocean of my dreams was more than cover for the sharksrecovering these parts is like discovering my art | |
| I wonder as | |
| I wander through my heart V3 KNO | |
| Cus it starts a dream defferred | |
| A clipped wing on a white dove | |
| Seems absurd, a smudge on a white glove | |
| Not seen nor heard like screams from the night' s lungs | |
| Cling to words so much that you won' t budge | |
| Fiends in herds who yearn for the white crumbs | |
| Getting high like the city sky when it lights up | |
| Thats what the night does | |
| It hits your mind with the right stuff | |
| To keep you blind with a slight buzz V4 DEACON | |
| The mind is like a puzzle that could never be completedwe scuffle through it' s pieces, strugglin for peace it' shard for us to sleep and even harder to awakethe image in my mirror' s gettin harder to relate | |
| I see me harbouring my hate and bartering with gracebut | |
| I couldn' t be farther from my faith, or my facethrough this waste of my mind, may i find direction | |
| I' m a waste of my time if | |
| I don' t find it' s lessons V5 NATTI | |
| So all welcome to this generous helping of self reflectionnight thoughts brought to life with incandescenceas the twirls on the tip of our indexstaring into space one' s vision is endless KNO but glaring at the ground you can see where the end is NATTI so just close pupils and be pupils and listen KNO the headset' s your desk the test is what' s missin NATTI digest these notes of quotes of keys written |
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