Deca – Blight Lyrics
Artist: Deca
Song: Blight
Uh huh
One’s blight’s another’s paradise of unpolished gems
Plucked from the dollar bins
Dust mites are crawlin’ in
Don’t put in a box with them
I need oxygen
So I can say my like an extended olive
When the public square turn into a colliseum
The plans to opt out pan optic [con?
Buy a plot of land, reduce the Babel Tower to a pile of sand
And find a portal to the time before the fall of man
It all began so I’m told with a sound
Then along came a rogue out to steal the king’s crown
Eyes on the summit, tryin’ to become it
Firе in the stomach, pride beforе the plummet
All the true progress to offset his aims is now
Empty platitudes and cosmetic change
The priests traded in their black robes for white lab coats
Sniffin’ out dissent from the shadows in the back roads
So it moves and meanders
And warps and distorts when viewed through news cameras
Some open, some doors slam shut
There’s bullet holes in armpits
They said that he refused to put his hands up
The rules have changed, there’s new terrain
The manufactured tools used to drain the blue runnin’ through your veins
Are billowin’ smoke like movin’ trains
And takin’ aim at every [cubic?] of our souls in a losin’ game
The world stage is set
Engaged in battle with the shadows that the state projects in a fixed game of chess
The loudest ones never practice what they profess
And point fingers when their own demons pose the greatest threat
Malaise in the final days as the fires rage
And melancholy it comes in tidal waves
Walk around scrawlin’ my name inside the maze
Then crawl into a [nautilis?] shell and hide away
The highest praise couldn’t pull a fish from the pits of hell
When the self accusations morph into a prison cell
It’ll take more than pennies in the wishin’ well to tip the scales
And see the light behind the lifted veil
So it moves and meanders
And warps and distorts when viewed through news cameras
Some open, some doors slam shut
There’s bullet holes in armpits
They said that he refused to put his hands up
The rules have changed, there’s new terrain
The manufactured tools used to drain the blue runnin’ through your veins
Are billowin’ smoke like movin’ trains
And takin’ aim at every [cubic?] of our souls in a losin’ game
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Release Year: 2022