Letras
Blowing down to the Vengeance Sea
He'll sail to the end of the earth
Death and life is the catalyst of strife
And the curse of a perfect birth
Rudders always guiding
With the innocence subsiding
Land the motherfucking trying next to serve
Wild dogs in the kingdom
Taking back the stolen fandom
Now to fathom all the things that we deserve
da Vinci the first born son
But not the one that we love
That goes to Count Trackula
The hero we reserve
Wearing cape like a shoulder drape
"That's stylish, man"
"Oh my God"
Polished shoes
You can see your dues
That's just how the Count rolls
You feel apostle territory
Is not the face of all you know
And you go and make your diamond rings
To flash the poverty you sow [so no growth]
This life
Stolen
Their sound
Silenced
[Now I feel I have to repeat myself 'cause I don't think you understand what this song is about]
da Vinci the first born son
But not the one that we love
That goes to Count Trackula
The hero we reserve
Wearing cape like a shoulder drape
"That's stylish, man"
"Oh my God"
Polished shoes
You can see your dues
That's just how the Count rolls
You feel apostle territory
Is not the face of all you know
And you go and make your diamond rings
To flash the poverty you sow [so no growth]
This life
Stolen
Their sound
Silenced
He is the energy that lives inside your soul
Malignant fallacy of woe
And when you think your done he peers his sexy face
The teeth have point, no disgrace
Industry talents chose to silence those desires
Your gold is weak and oh you know
The count is here to speak and claim back self expression