Speak Volumes

by Dälek

From the album: From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots

Track 2 of 11 on From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots (2002).

Duration: 04:42

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Lyrics for Speak Volumes

False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile... Essence erodes into mess you believed to be real Listen to Hendrix played backwards on reel to reel This world lost its feel when art lost its grasp Should have paid attention in class kid Fed off tit of deceased and still a bastard Asked for it all and received a swift nil Built on the ashes you burned, Placed in urns Along with the lessons i've learned Amount to paradox I am where you were Before you was my victim Breath Clorox while I rock social unconscious like Shirley Chism. False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile... Lost my rhythm within context of diseased cortex Search for more sex and violence Was met with ill silence Childhood idols fell hard like third world tyrants Reviving center core Who these you adore? Lost in urban lore. Cleanse perception's doors Respect that film noir Existence? I enter/exit poor. False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child False facades grin upon my last smile Spit concrete bile... Voyeur's voyage considers six the blessed Minus 55 in thousands Two scream for fiction as they laughing 33rd degree, new continents we mapping Ask what happened as I bleed my vocal orifice We breath too much nonsense, We breath too much nonsense.

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  2. Speak Volumes
  3. ...From Mole Hills
  4. Artichristo
  5. Hold Tight
  6. Heads
  7. Black Smoke Rises
  8. Trampled Brethren
  9. Voices of the Ether
  10. Forever Close My Eyes
  11. Classical Homicide