Μπορει να μην μου αρεσει το nu metal, αλλα για otep κανω την παπια!
Απιθανοι. Ο στιχος φανταστικος, η shamaya το κατι αλλο (το αβαταρ μου ειναι σκιτσο της). Απ’ οτι ξερω το otep ειναι αναγραμματισμος του poet. Μ’ αρεσει πολυ το μπασο στο blood pig, ασχετο. Και κλασσικα, αγαπημενος δισκος το sevas tra.
[I]simple souls overload as I explode data banks
'cause the earth & space gave birth to this paleface
supreme – linguistic – mental machine
your brain cells swell - the intellects extreme
fire fills my veins as I proclaim my resistance
to the mind-swapping parasites that feed off my existence
as I – skin the burn to relearn the royal plan
somewhere out beyond the edges in the depths of spirit land
it’s authentic, apocalyptic destroyer
damaging challengers – resurrection, disorder
a monument of crisis - I strike this - your dead
line my nest with your soul – cleansed in bloodshed
BATTLE READY!
poets gonna take control
BATTLE READY
souls violate parole
BATTLE READY
violently invade your home
– breaking the bones
OF THOSE WHO OPPOSE
commanding the mic – striking up a verb-fest
mass destruction is my function - time to put it to the test
in combat — attacking since way back
in the days I drew praise for the way that I slain facts
formulating flows in revolutionary science
it’s the catastrophic prophet from the anarchist alliance
freaking techniques – this creature of speech
ewe feels the fury of devastation 'cause ewe ewe tasted defeat
I’m alone on my throne in this universe of fear
royalty divides my soul – in this role I’m revered
as the pinnacle – lyrical master – queen of disaster
I ruin brain fluid – the UNKNOWN IS WHAT I’M AFTER
shaking up the world – just like the 2nd coming of Christ
– when I write – thrice divine with this goddess sight
words will flow – wounds will grow
ewe knows – bones will be exposed from the force that I unload
it’s THE SOUL EATER!! – mic bleeder with the voice of chaos
I got the nectar of the gods flowing from my mental pod
gather the flock – alarm your block
tell them the shepherds have come & got the keys to unlock
a holy war – through your veins it courses
more lyrical artillery than the armed forces
supernatural – styles be volatile
it’s the mind manipulator – the WAR CHILD
COME!
SHADOW SOLDIERS!
we came to defy - living life as a lie
we embryonic satellites need our freedom to fly
TO WATCH DIE! – agonizing cries are heard in stereo
I’m visualizing battlefield scenarios
in the line of fire – watching empires fall
into attack position – ELIMINATE ALL!!!
MY SPECIES!!!
MY SPECIES!
NO SURRENDER![/I]
