STREETLIGHTS Lyrics

I will wait for you

It's the middle of the night

The streetlights keep me awake

I feel like a fool

I wait for you

Wait for you

I will wait for you

It's the middle of the night

The streetlights keep me awake

I feel like a fool

I wait for you

Wait for you

Wait for you

Back on back on back on back on back up on top this ship

I done travelled on that astro black then passed out on this whim

Okay wrapped in plaster smash his limbs come flying off his wrist

Head to torso ultra shrouded in an awful sort of mist

Let's just think, wait wait let me think

I could blow apart myself with this city as a witness

On my hit list on god pray on what I have till I'm gone

No more friends sacrifices to this god that I've become

Separated, shit I did it, still making details look so vivid

Free from that altar I handle my business

I see power and ivy towers with iron hands I act on visions

I devour and I devour and I dot stars with little indifference

To the will, to my all but peaking interest

I fumbled round the finest mills

To lurk around these violet woods

The hair upon my neck and my spine

These dilating colours and lights

The who be gone it's missing fire

The who be gone he's missing fire

The five figures they hang from the clouds

His devil hunts him down in his night

Still driving, streetlights

Camera flash like a hospital

Holding on the handle bars

Let em go get the wind involved

Footsteps feel weightless

Legs moving feel weightless

Still travelling breakneck

Hol up nah hol up wait bitch

City around, let em all follow the leader about

What's they amount?

Government hounds always rushing around

Putting em out fore we burning em down

We starting the riot

Walking in and walking in hol up shit

Stronger legs hold em down with the force

Psychedelics keep em hounding for heat

Heart empty feel it pounding with pleas

Head strong hold me down to my knees

Arms, legs chest down to proceed

Eyes open I can see what I need

State of mind? Oh the state of life

And revolution will never be televised

And the enemy shielded with brittle eyes

But illuminated by the streetlights

Travel up the bombsite

Shattered visage lies in sight

King of kings waits to behold

Nothing more but olympic throne

Peep a gaze at the end goal

Steel orb lies motionless

Nothing more than a crippled boy

Tomb housing a corpse child

Akira