Language Arts Crew — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Where Do We Go?
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Paroles
It’s just another day in paradise. Where’s my slice of soundwaves?
Riding a bicycle through wasted days—yo, I can taste my grave
Grinding my teeth to the beat of the headstone
Riding the angel of death as he creeps through my headphones
From the deep in the dead zone, my head’s blown—catch a filthy fragment
Out the stagnant synapses and drop a crab net
And drag it up and the down the pier, staggering
Lost in the fog, stuck in the bog of eternal madhattering
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. Beg for all those haters' fate
In a state of anus, I’m gonna be great
Just don’t wait for me. Gonna rape the parasites from within me
All bright, watch the city come to life before my eyes
I’m falling for the taking back of glory days that rapped before me
The maze is not too, faking naked action orgies
Happy. Ready?, a mission asking for me
The rotation fastly forwarding back to past before me
I have spent half of the morning waking, the other half of the morning taking
breaths
In morning, the breaking of breath taking the steps
Obstacles are wanted—never stop me, never hold me back a moment
Ashes to ashes even after ghosting opponents
Cold and claw to first because you never know (Who?)
So I’m flexing soul and coasting, coasting
I’m lost amongst the foggy blast as roaming through the nothingness
Puzzled and I’m crossed, mixed and matched through the ruggedness
Trudging through the trenches is a man of murky substances
I’m spinning webs and heads and making miracles appearing imperative
Narratives for narcoleptics who wade in your collection
Of eclectic affections with loss of presence as president
Where do we go from here? (Where the hell are we going? Enter the nowhere,
never we knowing). Nobody knows (On a journey into nothingness)
Where do we go from here? (Stepping our foot in the and the walk through the
shadow valley’s thunderous). Nobody knows
I see (Where the hell are we going? Enter the nowhere, never we knowing) time
fly by me (On a journey into nothingness)
Sky-high, I see (Stepping our foot in the and the walk through the shadow
valley’s thunderous) hindsight with my mind’s eye
It’s weird ‘cause stuff happens when you don’t really notice it while it’s
happening. Life is sort of passing by
Welcome back to paradise, where we organize soundwaves
Cling tight to the vice while we stride through wasted days
One at a time. I’m still not getting paid (Come on)
As long as I’m myself, then I guess I got it made
But who is that and who is this and who the fuck are you?
Grasp the facts, swing and miss—what am I to do?
I’m dying too, got stopped like a violent protestor
Mr. Molester, arrested development of the jester
Like me. And Chester Cheetahs bite me
And just ‘cause it ain’t easy, I’m being cheesy—that why you wanna fight me
I don’t need you. I don’t feed you, greedy fool
My stampede switching your gene pool—we gonna bleed you
I’m spinal tapping and you taking aspirin to cool and calm
Trapped inside of the rap game, so I had to chew my arm
Notice in your final moment, idols chosen saying, «Peace,» to the world you
roasting
So I’m holding on and going awful flowing
I swear to God I put it first. If any situation’s worse
I came to make this verse and save the Earth so they don’t take you first
Their slaves up in the church working overtime, but so divine
I go for mine, tryna keep my balance between walking over the line
I continue through the desolate elements. Operation: Relevance
Opposing regiments, resin residue sediments
My sword is a sentence ascending as I travel through the dark of the days
With a deranged phrase of fantasy
Folding over the notion—that's what holding. I’ve taken the poll
That paving the path and putting minds on tracks of thinking
My indivisible criminal rituals keep me falling
A victim of typical crap and the gift to give it, to give it
Give it, but hoping to open the mind of a minimal
I’m hoping to open the mind of a minimal minimal
Hoping to open the mind of a minimal
I’m hoping to open the mind of a minimal
Where do we go from here? (Where the hell are we going? Enter the nowhere,
never we knowing). Nobody knows (On a journey into nothingness)
Where do we go from here? (Stepping our foot in the and the walk through the
shadow valley’s thunderous). Nobody knows
I see (Where the hell are we going? Enter the nowhere, never we knowing) time
fly by me (On a journey into nothingness)
Sky-high, I see (Stepping our foot in the and the walk through the shadow
valley’s thunderous) hindsight with my mind’s eye
Traduction des paroles
C'est juste un autre jour au paradis. Où est ma tranche de soundwaves?
Faire du vélo à travers des jours gaspillés-yo, je peux goûter ma tombe
Grincer des dents au rythme de la pierre tombale
Chevauchant l'ange de la mort alors qu'il se glisse dans mes écouteurs
De la profondeur dans la zone morte, ma tête est soufflée-attraper un fragment sale
Sortez les synapses stagnantes et laissez tomber un filet de crabe
Et glisser vers le haut et le bas de la jetée, stupéfiant
Perdu dans le brouillard, coincé dans la tourbière de madhattering éternelle
Je suis en retard, je suis en retard, je suis en retard, je suis en retard. Mendier le sort de tous ces ennemis
Dans un État d'anus, je vais être super
Il suffit de ne pas attendre pour moi. Je vais violer les parasites de l'intérieur de moi
Tout lumineux, regarder la ville prendre vie sous mes yeux
Je suis en train de tomber pour la reprise des jours de gloire qui ont frappé avant moi
Le labyrinthe n'est pas trop, truquant des orgies d'action nues
Heureux. Est-il prêt? une mission de poser pour moi
La rotation expédiant rapidement vers le passé devant moi
J'ai passé la moitié de la matin le réveil, l'autre moitié de la matinée à prendre
souffle
Le matin, la rupture du souffle en prenant les étapes
Les Obstacles sont recherchés-ne m'arrêtez jamais, ne me retenez jamais un moment
Cendres en cendres même après les adversaires fantômes
Froid et griffe d'abord parce que vous ne savez jamais (qui?)
Donc, je fléchis l'âme et le cabotage, le cabotage
Je suis perdu parmi l'explosion brumeuse comme errant à travers le néant
Perplexe et je suis traversé, mélangé et apparié à travers la robustesse
Marcher à travers les tranchées est un homme de substances troubles
Je fais tourner des toiles et des têtes et je fais des miracles qui apparaissent impératifs
Récits pour les narcoleptiques qui pataugent dans votre collection
D'affections éclectiques avec perte de présence en tant que président
Où allons-nous partir d'ici? (Où diable allons-nous? Entrez dans le nulle part,
nous ne sommes jamais en connaissance de cause). Personne ne sait (sur un voyage dans le néant)
Où allons-nous partir d'ici? (Marcher notre pied dans le et la promenade à travers le
tonitruant de Shadow valley). Personne ne sait