No Rest For The Wicked

2026-08-08 阅读量：747 歌手：Vents

Cinematic massacres, purges, murders, animal urges

Militarism returned, made a massive resurgence

Unkind is a word just scratching the surface

Got me thinking that humanity, it has to be worthless

Like, without god could we have any purpose?

And if he exists, tell me why the f**k would he hurt us?

My black metal burning down flammable churches

If man made the world, what's a natural occurrence?

Like, colonialism, that showed me the wisdom

Of racism and other social and phoney divisions

I'm having serious doubts about reaching nirvana

I barely learnt to sit down and speak to my father

Need a reason to bother or a morsel of truth

You forced to consume rhythms that will cause you to move

And Ad-Fu getting caught in the groove

My brethren is a deadly weapon, records left sore and abused, yep

\"So here we go again scaring people to death\"

Vents One, Ad-Fu, Mr. Trials in effect

\"So here we go, so here we go again scaring people to death\"

It's no rest for the wicked when the wicked connect

We stay close to the danger, sort of like d**e in Malaysia

Super-high, purify smoke in the chamber

Blow for blow, I'm smoking Joe Frazier

Open up the cut, no soap on the razor, what?

I'm just a bloke from Australia

Watching all the boats rocking up and most folks going Kramer, huh

Hang 'em from a tree, blast 'em in the sea

Want your money, and your life, and your marketing degree

Gotta laugh cause it's funny when you pass me in the street

Pissing up with Trials, smoking darts with Debris

Got polar caps and rising seas

So hurry up, kill 'em all, feed my disease

I'm starving, fighting with the mice for the cheese

MasterChef at night with the rice and beans

Rap sweet like Daryl Braithwaite

It's a cannibal feast on the streets when my release date takes shape

The emptiness is endless, entire existence horrendous

My symptom persistent, the pain is relentless

The sentence is death, we dwell is call centres

Very long days and very short tempers

I'm back with a vengeance, it's Vents the villain

You bite my whole style and blow up, make a killing

I Kurt Cobain your face, stain on the ceiling

Look brilliant, you burn like the plane hit the building

Get torched, charred up, scarred, black as f**k

Eat sh*t, two girls, one pack the cup

That's what's up, flesh bubbling from the heat

You bloodsucker, vampire, put the f**ker to sleep

You in bed with the enemy

Rhyme for the p**sy and the money with your head up his arse, human centipede

Lost in the veins of metropolis

Strangers and foreigners, everybody faceless, anonymous, what?