Souki Kismet – V. Ashen Bastion

Souki Kismet – V. Ashen Bastion Lyrics

Artist: Souki Kismet
Song: V. Ashen Bastion

Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories
But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary
Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories
But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary

A safehouse made out of tin sheets and slate’s plowed
Where fate and sin meet, makeshift, discreet
Pillared smoke from aphids can’t see the source
With stray bricks it’s reinforced, hatred on a fleeing horse

Through the fields, pests attend to deals
Not eminent, but fill fix to pestilencе ills
Killers with lewd behavior movе paper through fruits of labor
Food traders travel and break debate bout truest savior

Regime-sent saying idols are latrine-went, libel to the square
They’re to be feared, you know, sing, repent
Calling followers more monikers than gods and curse them all it hurts
The commoners don’t fall, disperse, or ball in church

On the verge of John Oliver’s worth in consciousness
It’s currency, opulence lacked is third degree
Letter bottomless, black and hurts to read
Said all of us need to learn to flee, emergency

Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories
But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary
Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories
But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary

I’m like a matador that’s Allan Poe eerie
Nearing catacombs with black cats and calicos
With hazmat attacking those stagnant asthmatic flows
End of the yellow brick and rhetoric status quos

Stand the bastion, colored gray, uncovered they undertake with gray transactions
To slay land’s factions, ran by hourless clocks, sold weapons not coalescence
When hammer reverse inertia, turn the power to rocks
Cower in shock and stammer

Locked from clamor from massed they endowed with Glocks and abandoned
Stop the ranting vocals from Constantinople, dawn of Chernobyl
Upon the pawns that’s nonchalant and standing noble
In sands local on the atlas, tracklist like bombs and matches to the palace

With hues of ashes, they bruised by blue batons and bronze badges
Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories
But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary
Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories

But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary
Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories
But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary
Ashen Bastion drab and dreary, has been passing assassins theories

But lacking compassion clearly, Kismet grasping grass as the rations grow weary
So the next time you priveleged suburban white boys think Beethoven wasn’t black, maybe you should look in the mirror!
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Release Year: 2022