CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Land of the Lost
(verse 1)
Personified madness
Metal jabs extract
The mescaline from cactus
Calling with a lost soul
With telepathic sadness
Banishing the status
Offered them a graphic atlas
Thought patterns captured in the stratosphere’s blackness
Where man appear fractured
Chatting to arachnids
I pear down the barrel of a can
And sat handcuffed
The manufactured mantras
Battling with spirits till they transform to panthers
That claw through atoms till they pull guts from blankness
Patterns on a blank canvas that formed cancer
Warnings here with no answеr
Dramatic light clashing antlers of dead deer’s looking at your banquet
Feelings gеt emphatic when panic buttons get tampered
Dreams getting sunk to the bottom with skunk anchors
When permeated energies murder your ghost chakras
And stowaways are stuck on this vessel that goes backwards
I’m living for this minute but hoping I don’t have to
The planets still spinning and dripping in gold magma
Till I froze the globe and then shattered its whole stature
Finally, toe tag ya
(chorus)
2x
Is this real
Is it not
Does my heartbeat
Has it stopped
Am I really here?
Am I gone?
Am I living in the land of the lost
(verse 2)
Mushrooms grown
Philosophers stone
Impacted through my dome like chemical pheromones
Immortality’s grappling with the moats
So never will I crash in a catacomb up in Rome
Got voices in my head on a deafening megaphone
That I pledge were not alone
Melancholic mythologies sets the tone
As the devil’s tongue spoke
And the knife made the ice slice right through my throat
Then evaporated to the heaven finishing the show
On the colosseum steps
Where the stench of death grows
On this one-way voyage where the exit stay closed
Where you never get hello just a death stare to go
Rheumatism from my head unto my toes
So reactions getting slowed but the catalyst unknown
What’s happening
Bone crackling
Just jamming with a bag of peng
Hammering, the last nail in my coffin at my wake staggering
Clinging to the damaged wings of angels as I pack it in
(chorus)
2x
Is this real
Is it not
Does my heartbeat
Has it stopped
Am I really here?
Or am I gone?
Or am I living in the land of the lost?
(outro)
Yeah yeah
In the land of the lost
Personified madness
Metal jabs extract
The mescaline from cactus
Calling with a lost soul
With telepathic sadness
Banishing the status
Offered them a graphic atlas
Thought patterns captured in the stratosphere’s blackness
Where man appear fractured
Chatting to arachnids
I pear down the barrel of a can
And sat handcuffed
The manufactured mantras
Battling with spirits till they transform to panthers
That claw through atoms till they pull guts from blankness
Patterns on a blank canvas that formed cancer
Warnings here with no answеr
Dramatic light clashing antlers of dead deer’s looking at your banquet
Feelings gеt emphatic when panic buttons get tampered
Dreams getting sunk to the bottom with skunk anchors
When permeated energies murder your ghost chakras
And stowaways are stuck on this vessel that goes backwards
I’m living for this minute but hoping I don’t have to
The planets still spinning and dripping in gold magma
Till I froze the globe and then shattered its whole stature
Finally, toe tag ya
(chorus)
2x
Is this real
Is it not
Does my heartbeat
Has it stopped
Am I really here?
Am I gone?
Am I living in the land of the lost
(verse 2)
Mushrooms grown
Philosophers stone
Impacted through my dome like chemical pheromones
Immortality’s grappling with the moats
So never will I crash in a catacomb up in Rome
Got voices in my head on a deafening megaphone
That I pledge were not alone
Melancholic mythologies sets the tone
As the devil’s tongue spoke
And the knife made the ice slice right through my throat
Then evaporated to the heaven finishing the show
On the colosseum steps
Where the stench of death grows
On this one-way voyage where the exit stay closed
Where you never get hello just a death stare to go
Rheumatism from my head unto my toes
So reactions getting slowed but the catalyst unknown
What’s happening
Bone crackling
Just jamming with a bag of peng
Hammering, the last nail in my coffin at my wake staggering
Clinging to the damaged wings of angels as I pack it in
(chorus)
2x
Is this real
Is it not
Does my heartbeat
Has it stopped
Am I really here?
Or am I gone?
Or am I living in the land of the lost?
(outro)
Yeah yeah
In the land of the lost
