Angels Sing (Trophies 2012)

Текст песни Apollo Brown and Oc - Angels Sing (Trophies 2012)

So many's taking on the prince symbol
Princess cut her hand on the spindle
The rap game's been left unattended
To the point chaperones need be in attendance
See this is what it boils down to
Blood oath, animal sacrifices for a price, huh
Taking on the role of Van Helsing
Modern day slayer, the silver is my LP
The holy water's in the Poland Spring bottle
I squeeze it on vamps and ghouls and gargoyles
Pivot and move throughout Earth's four corners
Out to prove what was sleep is no longer dormant
Stay sharp and cautious, get nauseous
When a demon is close to my fortress, no bullshit
Everything you hear ain't the truth
Stop relying on the reverends preaching from the pulpits

I can hear the angel sing
I can hear the angel sing

False demigods throwing up signs
Have you thinking they blessed with a gift from the most high
With me that don't fly, eyes are wide shut
My interpretation of wavy's the hair I brush
Times are critical, sleepwalkers walk around cynical
Few listen, most don't, levels are at critical
Many are zombies, minus the mummy wrap around their bodies
Seeking direction from authority
Real life horror stories, back blocks, scenes are gory
Pray for the best for my nephew Corey
Through a child's eyes and mind I no longer see
Cause I'm an adult, 34 waist, tighten my belt
Stigmata spikes driven through my wrist impaled
Limbs form the letter T, a bloody thorn crown
Taking on the sins of the world
In need of a sacrifice, then I'm the one to lay my life down

I can hear the angel sing
I can hear the angel sing

It's like war going on between bloodsuckers and lycans
Evil vs the righteous, the Devil and Christ
Unexplained occurrences, unsolved murders
No answers, families left to bear death's burden
Refuge taken in the house of the Lord
Tricksters play with your mind and end up in the Forbes
Knowing wealth is power, understand
Those who hold keys to the door decides who gains entry
I've seen situations that was pure get tainted
But this ain't nothing new, it's been going on for ages
Some blame it on the star David
Things built were from the hands of the blacks and Chinese hard labor
History's etched out, hid inside chambers
Purposely locked away, yet I'm confused why they save it
But then there's witch hunts conducted by tomb raiders
Being funded by the same puppet masters that arranged it

I can hear the angel sing
I can hear the angel sing