Bent (Album Version)

[ti:Bent (Album Version)] [ar:Saafir] [al:Boxcar Sessions] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] 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 skilled 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 shit 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