Bent Lyrics - Singles - Saafir

I've been down this corridor - 

Before you enter you have to bring 

Back the creator of winter damn, 

Too late I'm spoiled, I need the napalm 

I got it, I shot it in my left sector, 

Blew up the timing device on the reactor. 

Time shifted I had to remold the floor 

The foundation for creation - mate's blend 

The pleasure dome into another roam - 

A walk stalked nightly by the ogre 

That's rarely sober. but there's no tracin 

I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn, 

No I'm not in the lawn under pawns - 

Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets. 

I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes - 

Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current 

Currents of electricity; they can't get wit me 

Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo. 

A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows, 

Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds, 

Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish, 

Victims on a hit list me like geronimo on a pratt - 

Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor. 

No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light 

Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension 

My sight twitches - I'm bent. 

Second scene: I'm the star in a step show 

Around corners, the coroner's office; 

Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug 

Like the president, it's evident that I'm noid, 

A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper. 

I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas, 

The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport 

It's a sport for me to take another life on landing, 

Branding wit a prattle prod designed by god. 

It's my job to resign frauds, 

The odd is against you got a degree in me, 

So I know that I flow, credentials are essential - 

It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me. 

I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal 

Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet. 

Swinging on a duet with the bullet. 

I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission. 

Jack cousteau couldn't take it no deeper - 

I'm a resident in davey jones micro-locker 

Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth: 

Mad dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin 

The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it. 

I seen it beneath where the cowards hope 

Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost 

Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent.