Fishtalk - Crocodile

Copied!

It's getting so late
Your glass is still full
My blood is boiling

It’s getting so late
Your glass is still full
My blood is boiling
It was the same time an hour ago
Have mercy on me
Dig me a tunnel

To the crocodile
I'd give up my hand
To not suffer that
Dissociation
Is no longer enough

Did I ask you to come so close
I'm repulsive to everyone but hungry dogs
Did I even ask you anything
This glass is staring at me
Laughing

I see ditches full of skulls
Rivers of bones
The story becomes clear
Someone is feeding on our sisters
Those who are more spoiled
Thosе who don’t falter
Race of winners
Thosе who eat even though they're not hungry
Just because they can eat
Just because why not
They love women
They love cold meat
Race of rapists

To the crocodile
I'd give up my hand
Rivers of bones
Ditches filled with skulls
They love women
They love cold meat
Race of winners
Race of rapists
Race of rapists
Race of rapists

Race
Of
Rapists

Race
Of
Rapists

Release Date: May 02, 2024

SoundCloud:

edit soundcloud

YouTube:

edit video

Comments: 0

More Fishtalk lyrics

Fishtalk

edit foto

The meaning of the song

edit description

"Fishtalk - Crocodile" is a haunting and intense song that delves into themes of violence, oppression, and power dynamics. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of despair and desperation, as the narrator grapples with their own inner turmoil and the atrocities they witness in the world around them. The imagery of ditches full of skulls and rivers of bones evokes a sense of horror and helplessness, while the repetition of the phrase "Race of rapists" drives home the harsh reality of a society plagued by abuse and exploitation. The song builds to a chilling climax, leaving the listener with a sense of unease and contemplation. With its raw emotion and powerful storytelling, "Fishtalk - Crocodile" is a song that demands to be heard and remembered.