Random Rab - The Riddle
текст песни

I got derelict fate
Comin’ on strong
Layin’ down the riddle
(“rhythm” in second verse)
Holdin’ me down
Whistling death
Hold my
breath
Here until the sun has burned my chest

We ain’t got no time
So let
yourself go
Circling life in the devil’s flow
We ain’t got no time
To let
yourself go
Circling death in the devil’s flow

I wanna walk with my
trust
Got sovereignty with my kind
I wanna dance, with my lust
Got
sovereignty with my kind

Hold to the riddle
Hold to the lies
This is the
plague
Of your kind

Hold to the rhythm
Hold to the lies
Is this the
plague
Of your kind?

I am harmony…