LEDs
Optimus Rhyme

Extinguish LEDsnVisual displays get phased out, upgraded with easenJumper packin' baby, ten fingered USBsnYou wanna megabyte this? AlrightnBut we might just to have fight it out over 88 KeysnA hundred bass lines from a swarm of Stumblebees (yeah!)nBuzzin' in your ear, made you thinking maybe thesenAutobeats ain't exactly what they seeeeem!nnIt's a heavyweight scene the way we hold itnEvery last data molecule's locked down and double boltednStorm your local area network and fold itnAutograph your IP, track it and decode itnSpyware's got you kiddies begging for bandwidthnYou sittin' with some Autobeats you know you can't stand withnWe're sharper than the scissors those little kids ran withnThis ain't Space Invaders one life is what I began withnIf it were, I'd take 'em out by the pixelnSmack up the beat like my name is Matt NickelsnPack up your grief, I don't need that stuffnSurvive on AC Adapters and dope-ass cuts.nn(hook)nnReal life is a little more than you expected,nToo hectic, got you feeling all rejectednRun around spinning like your hard drive's infectednFeelin' disillusioned, down low and dejectednUnaffected, always been to eclecticnCan't believe that crazy cowboy that they electednPassword acceptednnWe never rock a beat unless it's wholly certifiednNo drum-machine, Grimrock bangs it out livenDon't take it outside like those thugs with gunsnTake it to the stock market rockin' mutual fundsnSee, Powerthighs analyzes algorithms for funnSpot him at the brain game, man you know that kid wonnDehydration photosynthesis, it's the OptimusnThe antithesis of your every daynnA lyricist who's disturbed, I'm not okaynI've got too many passwords in my brainnI need my memory erased, can't take itnI need these data ports wiped clean, left vacantnCan't live another day with this binary codenCloggin' up my brain, slowing down my system getting oldnGive me the alphanumeric antidotenAnd I swear that I'd delete every line that I wrotenYo I'd be stoked, I can't write anywaynMelt me down to scrap metal, mold a couple ash-traysnPositronic pathways are getting wornnI'm absolutely certain I'm not getting rebornnn(hook)nReal life is a little more than you expected,nToo hectic, got you feeling all rejectednRun around spinning like your hard drive's infectednFeelin' disillusioned down low and dejectednUnaffected, always been too eclecticnCan't believe that crazy cowboy that they electednWe got the fattest pipes, so you're in the net connectednSuper-power servers can't leave them unprotectednPowerthighs never leave a bug this neglectednPassword acceptednnI'm sick of so many situations that I am faced withnI'm even bored of the drugs that I escape withnI clean my face with bleach twice a weeknTo replace it with fresh untapped energynnCause I've been there see,nI've had no hope,nI've sat in the stadium watching people walk homenI've seen life crumble, I step up, I copenI get by by releasing all these rhymes out my throatnMy memory's stuck, leave trails of post-it notesnFilled with disconnected thoughts and witticisms that I wrotenWhen I felt broke, beaten down, totally stressed outnThinking about my life without a mic and there's no doubtnWouldn't wake up in the morning, I wouldn't eatnI wouldn't take a shower wouldn't blink, wouldn't breathenWouldn't skate, drink beer, date, or even thinknSlowly decompose into dustnAnd just be


  Purchase "LEDs"   Purchase Entire Album   Email Video to Friends   Play Youtube "LEDs" Video   Play Spotify "LEDs" Song   View Wikipedia "LEDs" Entry   Receive Emails for Future Optimus Rhyme Lyrics

Email:

  Link to "LEDs"   Share on Facebook, Twitter, and more
  See Recommended Lyrics For You

Loading...

Lyrics by Optimus Rhyme

Related Songs