Fokofpolisiekar — Lugsteuring song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lugsteuring" by Fokofpolisiekar.
Lyrics
Die toeskouers se breindood glimlae raak te veel vir my
Die pyn van verwaantheid
Martel al die murg
By my gebeendere uit
Vir almal wat onkundig is
Wees bly
Gee vir my jou siel
Of ek sal hom moet steel
Ek is seker maar net verveeld X2
Wat moet ek doen om weer lewendig te voel?
Ek is die haat wat jou forseer
Om jouself aan te rand
Ek is die pyn wat wegkruip
In als wat jy wil versteek
Ek is die wroeging in jou waansin
Die geluk wat jy wegeet
Ek is die een wat jou wil red
En dan martel
Wat is fout met my?
Kan ek n professionele diagnose kry?
Ek wil net nie verveeld wees in
Hierdie lewenslang kleedrepitisie nie
Is die monster wat jou jaag
Emosionele progressie?
Is jy die enigste vyand van
Spirituele tegnologie?
Ons oe is vervang met skerms
En ons siele met prentjies van die see
Daar’s nog baie bier
Om te drink
En kak om te praat
Voor ons die wereld begin regmaak
My kop raas al vir dae
En my fokkin oe
Bly fokkin swaar
Daar’s nog baie brein
Om te spoel
Voor die verlore gevoel
Gaan verdwyn
So, hello toetssein
Toetssein
Toets my
Lyrics translation
The spectators ' brain dead glimlae become too much for me
The pain of verwaantheid
Torture all the marrow
At my gebeendere out
For all those who are ignorant
Be glad
Give me your soul
Or I will make him need to steal
I'm sure just bored X2
What should I do to alive again to feel?
I am the hate that you force
Yourself to edge
I am the pain that hiding
In everything that you want to hide
I'm the sting in your madness
The happiness that you wegeet
I'm the one that you want to save
And then torture
What is wrong with me?
Can I get a professional diagnosis get?
I just want to not be bored in
This lewenslang kleedrepitisie not
Is the monster that is chasing you
Emotional progression?
Are you the only enemy of
Spiritual technology?
Our eyes are replaced with screens
And our souls with pictures of the sea
There's still a lot of beer
To drink
And shit to talk
Before we can begin to mend
My head scolded all for days
And my fokkin oe
Happy fokkin heavy
There's still plenty of brain
To rinse
Before the lost feeling
Going to disappear
So, hello toetssein
Toetssein
Test me