Текст (слова) песни: Illogic - 1,000 Whispers

 
4x 
If a picture`s worth a thousand words I`ll paint a thousand pictures 
 
If a picture`s worth a thousand words I`ll paint a thousand pictures 
To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers 
To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter 
Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters 
And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw 
When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls 
If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex 
But that`s like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex 
Or why the young planet`s seeds won`t blossom into a garden 
Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon 
That you can`t even feel. So how`s that for surface tension? 
Every step shows you`re a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker 
I`d rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper 
Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor 
If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades 
Then a thoroughbred`s accuracy isn`t the focal point of perfection 
Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where 
Prints left, taint every breath 
Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface 
Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs 
To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs 
What a dilemma to hold hands with 
Sanity`s a steep cliff of gift 
And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped 
Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas 
Hooker left that envy to drown in greed 
Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde 
I`ll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died 
I`ve tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy 
But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny 
No more - dodging shooting stars 
No more - lashing of asteroid belts 
No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth 
If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock 
Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock 
The bow breaks at the vinyl spots 
The cradle of all this crime rate drops 
I`ve timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest 
Well that would depend on the trajectory 
And the way the projector projected me 
I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy 
Is it time for lift off? 
I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared 
Is it time for lift off? 
The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week 
I think it`s time for lift off 
The structural integrity seems to be holding 
But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep 
So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing? 
Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king`s sting? 
Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume 
I`ll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves 
I know everything is everything and nothing`s still something else 
So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves 
My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff 
As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft 
Your windows - they look clear but my pane`s a stained glass 
To dampen the impression of expression anything has 
Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has? 
Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks? 
I`m the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass 
But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass 
You strain cash 
Well I take the root of evil, make tea 
Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it 
There`s the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands 
The steam scolding my hand 
The mug shattered and I wasted it 
Now if a picture`s worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures 
On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses 
 
3x 
If a picture`s worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures 
If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers 
 
I`ll scream a thousand whispers ..
 

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