Masters of War (Reinterpretation)
Title | Masters of War (Reinterpretation) |
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Artist | Atmosphere |
Album | Seven’s Travels |
Release Date | 2013-11-25 |
Description | Originally this song is a guest track from Atmosphere simply called “Reinterpretation”, which was featured on Brother Mark Treehouse & Dylanger Four’s CD “Come You Masters of War”. It was later included in the 10th year anniversary bonus edition of Seven’s Travels and re-labelled “Masters of War (Reinterpretation)”. |
Lyrics | [Intro] Here I sit, waiting for the fear to hit Unclear of where I fit This mirror doesn't work no more This mirror doesn't look like me I wish that I shook it free That smile and your crooked teeth This mirror doesn't work no more This mirror don't reflect life Can't see how you rest at night This mirror won't get it right This mirror doesn't work no more [Verse] I've got a picture in my head of what you look like when you're sleepin' This skin sinks into the instincts of a demon (Demon) Can't believe the words exist with your breathin' The evil-eyed еagle flies high into the еvenin' (Evenin') Every season has a reason And every allegiance was inspired by some type of a treason You can keep your secrets, nobody needs 'em Convinced everything'll get better after you leave him Skip the proper impeachment, not enough to call the bluff Of the cotton thief, rotten top feeder got a fever Caught him stealin' from his own father Fuck the globe, fuck her off of his mother, no, don't bother Got a better plot, a lot more dignified A little more history, a lot less truth to hide Do it right, set a precedent Be the first one to ride into the sunset, successful suicide [Chorus] This mirror doesn't work no more This mirror doesn't see my side Or the people you leave behind No end to the heave and grind This mirror doesn't work no more [Verse] (Didn't think that you would) Give a little of a damn About the interest of the man, woman, child Look at now with your crooked smile Put it into the perspective of a skeptic Well, versed at getting hell head first (Boom!) All you wanted was all of it, callin' it from the office Unaware and lost of where the watchtower sits Power fits in your wallet, too much for the mountain of big guns Death count, it's got you all surrounded now Dubya-dubya-dubya, dot-six-six-six-dot net Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, lots of kiss, kiss, kiss got wet (Splash!) Break the body, set fire, no loss Make the dollar holler, how much will your soul cost? When you die, are you gonna be surprised? Will you see it coming? Will it be your summons? When you face the judgement of death Reinterpretation is all that's left, now hold your breath and You might also like[Outro] Close your eyes Pull apart your disguise Reap the grim of your lies This mirror doesn't work no more This mirror doesn't trust your words Laughing at what we've learned Stab and then cut the nerves This mirror doesn't work no more This mirror doesn't do us just It might be my ignorance This mirror don't resemble us This mirror doesn't work no more |