Sultan of Flies (Extended) Songtext
von Guilt

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Oh my word
I don′t see myself anywhere but I solemnly swear
Making it up there is my only real care
Cause there's never been a day when I felt ok
I was living in the wake of the price I paid allez
Stuck upon the way, banging on the door
Camisole, camisole

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What did you expect from postmodernism?
Blame it on the mainstream
Calling it a big scheme
Money men are listening
Slit your wrists on black screen HOY
Wasn′t it the game you were playing? Drowning in
Tit for tat algorithm
Break yourself a leg for a way in
Sign in for a role, cynical, cynical


I'd be like
Scrolling like a craver with a clock in my mind
Why can't I, just this time
Be holding up the silver, making it mine?
Crowd be quiet, shine the lights
I′m sipping up the praises like the belle of the ball
And I says I, blessed child
Bow down to your master, to the sultan of flies

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Open up your wallet for a pole position
Claim yourself a front seat, aiming at the big dream
Cruising at a full speed, stinging like the swift bee HOY
Isn′t it ourselves we are fooling, drooling
Trapped rat with ambitions
Break yourself a leg for a way in, banging on the door
Camisole, camisole


I'm waiting for the starters
Living like it matters
Breaking through the borders
But it′s like a game with no supporters
It's like a game
It′s like a game with no supporters
I'd be like
Scrolling like a craver with a clock in my mind
Why can′t I, just this time
Be holding up the silver, making it mine?
Crowd be quiet, shine the lights
I'm sipping up the praises like the belle of the ball
And I says I, blessed child
Bow down to your master, to the sultan of flies