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taskforce - tears on my pillowcase lyrics

[verse 1, chester p]
war clouds gather, storm of the vultures
splash through the gutters in a dirty pair of trainers
night breeds hunters, packs of hyenas
crowd ’round london like rats in the sewers
wolf fang’s glisten, plague of the demons
dark in the streets, while the whole worlds sleepin’
dinosaur footprints, dawn of the caveman
walk barefoot on this bloodstained pavement
sp-wn of the reaper
birth of omega
nail to a cross in the realms of a traitor
trails of a blazer, tracks of a sasquatch
shook on the streets like police with no backup
the thirteenth apostle, staircase mongrels
heat up the scene like an active volcano
ironblade villains
both eyes crimson. burn from within, in the flames of my wisdom
dance of a pagan, chains of a victim
move through the heath like a fox and its vixen
voice of addiction
shadow of a nightmare
harrowing darkness overpowers lightyears
heroines and heroes. christ child chemistry- love on these streets is like life in a cemetery
born in a bloodbath after my therapist, trapped in my cell awaiting experiments
david & goliath
the mouse and the elephant
the dwarf and the giants
the world and its elements
darkness and light: the two are in everything
the pain scars deep, i need some more sedatives

[chorus, farma g]
there’s tears on my pillowcase
raging a red cloud
wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit
son of a dead clone
lost in the candlelight
sit by my side
and then blow out the smoke cloud

there’s tears on my pillowcase
raging a red cloud
wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit
son of a dead clone
lost in the candlelight
sit by my side
and then blow out the smoke cloud

[verse 2, farma g]
holy storm crows and morse code
the unknown
death walks the main road
it’s the slow way home
lost souls who reached out and faced evil
forcefields and broken church steeples
faithless in the depths of a devil’s darkness
pray your harness the light and grasp it
take charge of the magic carpet
fake gods shouldn’t challenge a starkid
i’m aching for armageddon
and break the chains of a modern caveman
head locked in an iron mask, stunting my growth
my face covered in a broken gl-ss
halve my chances and starve until my bones show
and then threw myself through a window
brain showered in a glimmer of hope here
the general of souls gone clear
more tears on my pillowcase
it’s all too much
wipe the tears from my face and look up to find god

there’s tears on my pillowcase
raging a red cloud
wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit
son of a dead clone
lost in the candlelight
sit by my side
and then blow out the smoke cloud

[outro, scratched]
(“as i roam in the street
my mind flows slow when i dream
hidden in the dark of the shadows”

“i walk silent and talk science
my whole world’s overcast, so i live in the dark”

“i’m a deep cat
i tend to observe more than i speak”

“knowledge that we drop…”

“heavy on the eyelid”
“out there”
“the city’s sick like disease and it can’t be cured”

“but, of course, life’s harsh”
“life’s harsh”
“but, of course, life’s harsh”
“life’s harsh”)

- taskforce lyrics

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