(+1 rating, 1 votes)Classic Jehst. One of our favourite tracks. “Now my thoughts are the colour of fire, And my nights spent bunnin’ the kya, Uninspired by the freak-show, I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke”.…
VERSE 1:
JEHST
- Airborne
- My thoughts shrouded by cloud-form
- The land ravaged in the wake of this ground war
- The quintessential outlaw
- Eye of the storm
- My tears fall as the torrential downpour
- The flood
- Your death wish written in blood
- I came in from the cold
- Clothes drippin' with mud
- Grippin' a club
- Primitive as Stig Of The Dump
- Swingin' a punch
- The bad seed
- Pick of the bunch
- I drink black rain
- Take another swig and I'm drunk,
- Taste venom on the tip of my tongue
- My lip's cold
- Spittin' out toxins I couldn't dissolve
- Or withhold
- I never sold my soul for fool's gold
- So I'm still free
- But too numb to feel pity
- Some broke down
- Now the steel city’s a ghost town
- Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
- Seasons of espionage as time passes
- The lion-hearted
- Survival of the hardest artist
- My open arms embrace darkness
- Still cravin' carnage and infamy
- But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry
VERSE 2:
JEHST
- You can see me as cynical
- Trapped in my own gothic vision
- Encapsulating chaos in this composition
- Calculated
- Like the lies of a politician
- Grippin' a slingshot
- I size up the opposition
- I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise
- Fire-water fallin' from these grey skies
- To painted trainlines
- Chrome over redbrick
- Reflective
- Like a gemstone in a cesspit
- Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
- The truth neglected
- Like open wounds that turn septic
- Infected
- By the forked tongue of a liar
- Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
- And my nights spent bunnin' the kya
- Uninspired by the freak-show
- I see ghosts
- dance in the trail of my weed smoke
- My words are folklore
- That survived the cold war
- New world order and so forth
- I go north
- Ankle deep in snowfall
- Leapin' over dry stone walls with a holdall
- Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
- It's the last twilight before the silence of death
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