Oppenheimer Songtext
von Devlin
Oppenheimer Songtext
If we′re talking colours
Then I've got more than a rainbow
No LGBTQ+
I give it to them straight though
Devil in I′m a fallen angel
No more need for a halo
I found out quick
If you're gonna take shit
Then they're gonna take you for an a hole
And that can not be happening
It′s that season
So let me sort it
I don′t know what you mean by pattern it
Like a burnt pennywise I torch it
Do you see what I'm saying
Or should I write these lyrics in braille
Just to make you feel what I′m spraying
Or do I have to graffiti your house
Like I'm banksy
No one thanks me
For being that clean
On these beats
You′d think that I spat bleach
For these rap fiends upon the back streets
You couldn't crack me
If you froze me
And then attacked me
With Thors hammer
This is pure talent
I′m the floor fracker
Yeah it's that deep
You know the apple like Newton
I'm hard to kill like Rasputin
Doc manhattan on your fm dial
It′s that radioactive mutant
Inside I′ve been dead a while
But I come to life
When I hear this music
Make those with a lesser style
Take note
Show them actually how to do this
You don't survive this long
For writing wrong
Not perfect though I wanna right my wrongs
And for that I don′t need no Christ or God
Done a lot of things all by my Tod
Born alone to work this globe
A tortured soul
God knows what I did in a past life
I must've been out of control
Like a drunk driver on an icy road
Oppenheimer
What do I behold
Fruits of my labour
Pain me
What the hell have I invoked
It hurts being down to earth
While shaking hands with a lightning bolt
What′s worse I got this curse
To find out something I'll never know
I′m happy that a lot of you will never know the meaning of haunted
Once you've seen through the bullshit
There ain't no looking back
Just looking baffed
Thinking if I was thick as a fucking plank
Then I′d be the happiest fish in the tank
I′d go down with that sinking ship
Like those opposed to a central bank
Yeah it's titanic
The scale of the evil people go to
Don′t believe me
Read Machiavelli
There's nothing a prince here won′t do
There ain't no weapons they won′t use
I'd say try stepping in both shoes
Of a narcissist but
Most of yous are already in those boots
My brain wanders till I traipse yonder
And I don't come back for a day longer
Or recall what I′ve done
Dave Paulides 4 1 1
Last night I was walking drunk
Till I walked straight into the morning sun
Carpe diem I ignore dusk
If the night needs seizing I seize it
We all need dreams to believe in
It′s never been a dream that I don't believe
It′s when I wake from sleep
That things don't feel quite real
I′m actually heaving
It seems more sick than appealing
Everybody's always after a kick
Trainer collectors walking in Memphis
10 feet off of the floor of the strip
Trying to escape Houdini
Everybody can relate to that really
I break mirrors inside of my house
I don′t want my reflection to see me
I won't let my image become me
Or dance in time to their drum beat
Or change my opinion in company
You don't like that fuck you and fuck me cos life′s ugly
Then I've got more than a rainbow
No LGBTQ+
I give it to them straight though
Devil in I′m a fallen angel
No more need for a halo
I found out quick
If you're gonna take shit
Then they're gonna take you for an a hole
And that can not be happening
It′s that season
So let me sort it
I don′t know what you mean by pattern it
Like a burnt pennywise I torch it
Do you see what I'm saying
Or should I write these lyrics in braille
Just to make you feel what I′m spraying
Or do I have to graffiti your house
Like I'm banksy
No one thanks me
For being that clean
On these beats
You′d think that I spat bleach
For these rap fiends upon the back streets
You couldn't crack me
If you froze me
And then attacked me
With Thors hammer
This is pure talent
I′m the floor fracker
Yeah it's that deep
You know the apple like Newton
I'm hard to kill like Rasputin
Doc manhattan on your fm dial
It′s that radioactive mutant
Inside I′ve been dead a while
But I come to life
When I hear this music
Make those with a lesser style
Take note
Show them actually how to do this
You don't survive this long
For writing wrong
Not perfect though I wanna right my wrongs
And for that I don′t need no Christ or God
Done a lot of things all by my Tod
Born alone to work this globe
A tortured soul
God knows what I did in a past life
I must've been out of control
Like a drunk driver on an icy road
Oppenheimer
What do I behold
Fruits of my labour
Pain me
What the hell have I invoked
It hurts being down to earth
While shaking hands with a lightning bolt
What′s worse I got this curse
To find out something I'll never know
I′m happy that a lot of you will never know the meaning of haunted
Once you've seen through the bullshit
There ain't no looking back
Just looking baffed
Thinking if I was thick as a fucking plank
Then I′d be the happiest fish in the tank
I′d go down with that sinking ship
Like those opposed to a central bank
Yeah it's titanic
The scale of the evil people go to
Don′t believe me
Read Machiavelli
There's nothing a prince here won′t do
There ain't no weapons they won′t use
I'd say try stepping in both shoes
Of a narcissist but
Most of yous are already in those boots
My brain wanders till I traipse yonder
And I don't come back for a day longer
Or recall what I′ve done
Dave Paulides 4 1 1
Last night I was walking drunk
Till I walked straight into the morning sun
Carpe diem I ignore dusk
If the night needs seizing I seize it
We all need dreams to believe in
It′s never been a dream that I don't believe
It′s when I wake from sleep
That things don't feel quite real
I′m actually heaving
It seems more sick than appealing
Everybody's always after a kick
Trainer collectors walking in Memphis
10 feet off of the floor of the strip
Trying to escape Houdini
Everybody can relate to that really
I break mirrors inside of my house
I don′t want my reflection to see me
I won't let my image become me
Or dance in time to their drum beat
Or change my opinion in company
You don't like that fuck you and fuck me cos life′s ugly
Writer(s): James Devlin, Lewi White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

