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  • Текст песни Dan Bull - Bioshock Infinite

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    This is for the voices who are unheard
    Who never back-talked one word to the Songbird
    This is for the second class citizens, and prisoners locked alone
    I bring a list of things the prophet wants you not to know
    I've got to blow the propaganda out the box
    And so, open up the rift and put this disc into your Voxophone
    I'll take your brain to places it doesn't often go
    So brace yourself for take off and watch the show
    I'm properly known as Booker DeWitt
    And I've had enough of this shit
    Fed up of being stuck in a rut,
    So I'm looking to rough up a couple of pricks
    And accomplish a mission to look for a woman imprisoned and stuck in a city where something's amiss
    Like the rhythm the government's drumming to whip the anger of the people
    Daily handling the stress
    While I've just ambled in from gambling and landed in a mess
    And I'm telling ya
    Elizabeth isn't a damsel in distress
    She's the damn best wingman to ever don a dress
    To be honest, we've loads of things
    In common, we both can bring an opening
    We're probably closer twins than Robert and Rosalind
    I throw my grapple and aim
    To blow the back of your brain out, and contemplate on why we play those irrational games
    My main foe is Zachary Hale Comstock
    The day his reign begun, a fundamental bomb dropped
    Columbia's on lockdown
    Every day they're destroying somebody, so what now?
    Send for Daisy Fitzroy
    The rich get fatter, while the slums are getting hungrier
    It's a matter of time before they pull the rug from under you
    We'll make your money disappear from you like a conjurer, and overthrow the fundies that are plundering Columbia

    And the songbird sings...
    (It's Infinite)

    So, I know this is absurd and sounds bananas
    But have you observed the way they worship founding fathers?
    That's why the Vox Populi have hurtled out the darkness
    Emerged, about to start to turn around and clout this heartlessness
    If this disc is flying, you'll be dying like you're Hyacinth
    Hirelings or higher things
    Vox Populi's guys or Jeremiah Fink's
    If they pile in on me, then they're receive undying violence
    I'll lynch the pious kings with the silent wire strings from the tiny violins that won't be crying when they're lying singed
    Ignite the tinder, set the sky alight in flights of cinders, and let freedom ring inside your cries like the singer
    That's like trying to hide your violent injuries, as if they're minor things, by keeping just a tiny thimble on your finger
    One hand holds Vigors, the other pulls triggers
    I'm a multi-tasking action man with a glass full of malt liquor
    Salt licker
    Rapture's contraptions are fantastic, but don't exist yet, so that is how we pack Plasmids
    No need to hack gadgets
    The manner in which I battle a Handyman is akin to black magic
    My life's a play where every act's tragic

    And the Songbird sings...
    (It's Infinite)

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