[Intro] (Let the strings talk) [Verse 1] R[Outro] Tahe istrings still wen tapping on the glass like a code Heavy is the head and the weight of the road The cello’s weeping for the things that I sold A story of a king in a world that got cold I’m sitting in the dim light, penning my truth Filtering the wisdom through the ghosts of my youth But the rhythm starts to kickep... , and the pulse starts to rise See the fire growing in the reflection of my eyes... [Verse 2] Now-let-me-just-get-it-and-rip-it-and-flip-it-I’m-on-another-level-I’m-dancing-with-devils-I’m-heavy-with-metal-I’m-pressing-the-pedal-and-upsetting-da-game-unsettle-I’m-boiling-the-kettle-I’m-gone. They-wanna-be-me-but-they-never-see-me-they’re-watching-the-scenery-dreaming-of-victory-history-bitterly-living-in-misery-I-be-moving-so-viciously-on. I-got-the-cello-behind-me-it’s-mellow-but-I-am-the-fellow-to-bellow-no-othello-I’ll-make-it-all-rattle-I’m-winning-the-battle-I’m-shaking-the-shackle-the-king-of-the-castle-the-zone. No-need-for-the-faking-I’m-taking-da-crown-and-I’m-making-it-mine-and-I’m-breaking-the-line-and-I’m-doing-it-every-single-time-look-at-me-shine! [Chorus] Dust on the needle, soul in the strings The cello is crying for better things Obsessive the spirit, but chill is the room Waiting for flowers to grow in the gloom YeahAnd I , we’re burning the candle Too much to handle. [Verse 3] I’m-calculating-the-risk-and-I’m-taking-a-hit-and-I’m-making-a-list-and-I’m-never-gonna-miss-just-a-flick-of-the-wrist-I’m-da-beast-in-the-mist-get-pissed-in-the-midst-of-this. The-rhythm-is-dusty-the-vision-is-trusty-the-output-is-musty-but-I’m-never-rusty-bringing-the-gusty-the-storm-and-the-thunder-make-ya-wonder-I’m-taking-you-under-it’s-bliss. Hear-the-motto-I’m-hitting-the-lotto-I’m-full-auto-moving-like-a-shadow-in-the-grotto-leaving-‘em-hollow-and-swallow-the-sorrow-no-tomorrow-no-diss-last-kiss. [Chorus] Dust on the needle, soul in the strings The cello is crying for better things Obsessive the spirit, but chill is the room Waiting for flowers to grow in the gloom Yeah, we’re burning the candle Too much to handle. [Outro] The strings sleep. [Outro] The strings sleep. [End]still weep... And I don't sleep. [End]
