Tallah - The Generation Of Danger

Artist: Tallah
Release: The Generation Of Danger


1. mud_castle

I built a castle in the mud,
And I pretended it was you
‘Cause it was sad
It was sad
It was so sad like you
No structural integrity,
Just the will to do things wrong
‘Til it splattered on the asphalt of the sidewalk
Headfirst, ending just like you

2. The Hard Reset

You’re such a precious creature
Too bad the world can’t see it

Yikes!

Such a precious creature the world can’t ever see
They’ll never know the truth about the hopelessness
-The tears that fuel the lies that keep your coals hot
O’ my god!
If you don’t wanna’ sit through another lecture, get out!
They gave you a bite
I stole the bark
Don’t want you yapping too loud while I’m tryna’ snooze

And that’s just the start of things
Yeah, it’s a start
It keeps the dogs at bay

How long ‘til we are something grand?
Know once you cross that threshold,
You can’t go back
 
This is my redemption
I’ll have to judge who’s iniquitous, and who’s the sun
 It’s up to me to decide the fate of your kind
Nevertheless, you’ll wanna’ see it—how I covered your mess!
You were obsessed with gifts!
You ruled the floor with a fist!
I’ll strip away your selfishness
And tune into your brain just like a satellite dish
Three or four tests ‘til the chemicals set
And pull from your memory
-Affection’s a madness
It made you keep barking in sadness
Barking to ward off the drabness
Barking and barking to have this
Barking just to bark

And that’s just the start of things
Yeah, it’s a start
‘Til someone tests that bite

How long ‘til we are something grand?
Know once you cross that threshold,
You can’t go back

Why would you ever want to anyway?

Because I thought it all out this time
That’s why I’ve got my back to the sidewalk
Walk to the beat of a ratta-tat-tat,
And there’s C4 strapped to my golf-bag
It’s an attack!
And you’ll all be stumped
-Dumped in a landfill when the gunk slips off
Jumps out with a bow! bow! bow!
Bring ‘em out!
Bring ‘em out!
Finna be outta control
You should know, 
I officially put a tally on the whole damned group
It’s true!
You don’t even know what I’m doing
Infuse you, confuse you, transfuse you
With anything in the perimeter
Assimilate your brains into a dinner plate
Wait, wait!
‘Cause this is only the first date
The great scientist that I aim to be don’t need to be playing it safe

At what point is that not your problem?
This is everything you yearn to be
At what point is that not your problem?
This is everything you yearn to be

 I did this to hurt you
I took it upon myself to make a reset
-A reset
-A reset to wipe clean all you believe

3. Stomping Grounds

You don’t understand the demand to be great
-It shows
Underhanded and fake,
Brought death and decay ‘til you made bank,
And Ima’ show all of the proof
-A hundred and fifty percent
That’s what I’d give just to know
I’d hang like the Noose of Eternity
Swing to and fro
Swing and let go
Swing like the axe to your hoof
Let’s see you get up from that

Bitch, I’d like to see you get up from that
Let’s see you get up from that

Every day’s a new lesson,
But you never seem to figure out left from right
How many times did the herd walk you down to the creek
Before you complied?
Caught you in the middle of an uphill struggle
You carried the weight of your past like it’s knapsack,
And it made you weak,
So I’m about to break your fucking back
Let’s see you get up from that

Bitch, I’d like to see you get up from that
Cunt, let’s see you get up from that

You’re on your way
To becoming something you have buried under
I know you built the gallows high
That’s why I’m gonna’ be the one to usher your reform
I wanna’ see you get up from it
I bet you’ll never get up from it

You’re in the middle of a tightrope
Forward or backward, it’s always an uphill struggle
Carrying the weight of your past while your future’s at stake
-Too ashamed to look away
-So ashamed, you dig your own grave

You’re on your way
To becoming something you have buried under
I know you built the gallows high
That’s why I’m gonna’ be the one to usher your reform
I wanna see you get up from it
I know you’ll never get up from it

You’re so ashamed, you dig your own grave

4. The Impressionist

O’ I wish I knew you; you were already dead!
And if I could’ve, know I surely would’ve
-Already dead
Disasters will blow through a second time
Just to make it certain no one somehow dropped behind
And you will form yourself around me
Life falls right into groove
Paint it red
-A child’s tracing of the shape that was once you

I left my honor at the desk,
Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy
I want no reward; I’ve lost interest in that crowd
It’s so much easier to function with no guise of safety
If I’m so cruel, invite your god to strike me down

Retract, withdraw, collect, push out, reform
-The process of creation from my own perspective
And it’s hard to make connections
When the flesh gets so decrepit
Still, regret is for the lonely man
I pride myself in all I have done
Look how they formed themselves around me!
Life falls right into groove
Paint it red
-A child’s tracing of the shape that was once you
I cut the whole and sculpt it into something new
And pure—relaxed—your worthless blood made true
That demands attention!

I’ll make it happen ‘cause I’m better than you
You’re disappointed, but it’s only ‘cause I’m better than you
I suffered, and it made me so much better than you
Now, it’s your turn to weep, and it’s my turn to rule
Rip you in half because I’m better than you
I can build you into greatness or be better than you
I’ll eat your dreams just to see what makes me better than you
Now, it’s your turn to weep, and it’s my turn to rule
I’m freaking out because I’m better than you!
You’re disappointed that I’m better than you!
I’m only someone ‘cause I’m better than you!
I’ll make it happen ‘cause I’m better

I left my honor at the desk,
Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy
I want no reward; I’ve lost interest in that crowd
It’s so much easier to function with no guise of safety
If I’m so cruel, invite your god to strike me down

I’ll make it happen
No in-betweens
You’re picture-perfect!

I left my honor at the desk,
Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy
I want no reward; I’ve lost interest in that crowd
It’s so much easier to function with no guise of safety
If I’m so cruel, invite your god to strike me down

Retract, withdraw, reform me into something new
And pure—relaxed—my worthless blood made true!
He’ll make it happen if he’s better than me
Now that would demand attention! 

5. Shaken (not stirred)

Shit!
Oh, you bow to no one?
I wouldn’t say that… 
I’d only just made myself so comfortable
It seems my plan was full of holes
I dared to walk the blurring line
I dared to think, o’ it’s all so romantic!
Get dunked into the bowl
I couldn’t reach into your soul

Misfortune rang,
But I couldn’t fucking get it
I couldn’t pick up the phone, man!
I’m stupefied
I still don’t fucking get it!
It’s got me so surprised!

When I pull it all apart,
It gets hard to keep on believing in you… 

I dared to walk the blurring line
-Another day, another bloated, black disaster
What will you find down in that hole?
-Suck in the fluid as your lungs are turned to gills
It never hurts to tread on the side of caution,
So I flipped your spine into a fin
And wrapped it up in skin
And just called it win
To make up for all the other losses you were a part of

When I pull it all apart,
It gets hard to keep on believing in you
What’s it like in the drain?
Swim away, go be my muse
Believe me, I know!
What’s it like in the drain?

Misfortune rang,
But I couldn’t fucking get it
I couldn’t pick up the phone, man!
I’m stupefied
I still don’t fucking get it!
It’s got me so surprised!

I dare to say I walked the blurring line
Your scales, they matched the sky,
But they won’t be there tomorrow,
And I don’t wanna’ see mistakes,
So you’ll go down alone
I won’t find no’ relief
I’ll just have regrets that you couldn’t be changed
You can’t be changed

When I pull it all apart,
It gets hard to keep on believing in you
What’s it like in the drain?
Swim away, go be my muse
Believe me, I know!
What’s it like in the drain?

I took the passport to nowhere
I took the passport to nowhere

6. For The Recognition

O’ this old—this ol’ hen’s been through enough of your shit!
And I’ll say when it’s over!
I’ve achieved many things—great things!
Never once did I get recognition
You hop like somebody who can jump the world
Hop high, little bunny!
I’m about to share your dark secret
I suggest we begin
Watch how I change your life with the push of a finger… 

Now, for a lobotomy!

What’s been done has been done!
That’s the difference between who you were
And who you will be
I’ve always worked outside the lines of rule books
That’s how I got inside your mind
To see that you strut the platform to hide yourself
-So proud of the things you’ve done
-Of the measures you’ve taken
Ever since you were a kid,
You were told you could jump to the moon
If you really put your mind to it
-If you really put the time into it,
You could do it!
You could possibly achieve many things—great things!
Do it all for the recognition!
Make it fact
You could finally save the world!

And I admit that I saw that inside you
I’ll bring it out because that’s what I do
If it doesn’t make sense,
I’ll find a better way—a way to make you evolve
And when you feel like the sky is collapsing,
You can’t believe it!
-It’s only on you
If it doesn’t make sense,
I’ll find a better way—a way to make you evolve

Your blood will flow warm today
You’ll act like you’re scared and ashamed,
But how I know the truth!
That’s the real you!
-Buried down deep is the crux
Where you soak in the recognition
When I rip out that core,
It’ll feel like you’re stuck in a lake full of scum
-Full of shit—full of muck
And you won’t be hopping out… 

And I admit that I saw that inside you
I’ll bring it out because that’s what I do
If it doesn’t make sense,
I’ll find a better way—a way to make you evolve
And when you feel like the sky is collapsing,
You can’t believe it!
-It’s only on you
If it doesn’t make sense,
I’ll find a better way—a way to make you evolve

I might slip and cut you if you do not sit still

7. Of Nothing

The carpet stinks
For the filth you vomit up seeps in
It seeps—seeps—seeps into the fibers
While you cough up more pollen and poison

I peered within,
And what I saw was a sticky hive of untapped potential
It wants to form this
It wants to form that,
But you can’t keep it down as it pelts
-Pelts on your inner-frame
“Let me in,” it screams!
But you’ll have no such pain
You’ll have no such pain!
O’ you’ll form no such things!
Feed the mighty mandibles of the insect queen!
She could fly sky-high—the tallest peaks!
Remember when I swore I’d make something of nothing?
Well, for what it’s worth, 
I think I’ve succeeded… 

Toss this ball in your conscience
Throw it up, catch it on the way down
Who are we to suppress our dreams?
I set them free
I make them be!
I’ll make you bleed
Whether through death or a fine-toothed comb
Brush it back
Brush it through the thoughts you’ve chosen
Trillions of people chucked their brain in a casket
Call it a tragedy!
And then ask the question you fear
What the fuck are you doing here?
But it’s too late to answer with a decree
-Melted in the mouth of the insect queen
Of nothing
Of nothing

Brush it through the thoughts you’re holding back
Brush it through the thoughts you’re holding back
And then ask the question you fear
What the fuck are you doing here?
But it’s too late to answer with a decree
-Melted in the mouth of the insect queen
Of nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Of nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing

The carpet still stinks

8. Dicker's Done

When everyone can see, then everyone will believe!
That’s all it takes—that’s all it takes
-A bulletproof plan
I have the power to bring back the dead and the sour
They’ll write me back in as the hero
O’ I’ll have no equal!
 -A stereotypical fantasy
But woe is me!
The funny thing’s that I can’t put it into words 
You could ever relate to

I did my work in the corner,
And I shit where I ate,
And though dozens of good men have passed,
You’re fixed, fixed, fixed!

I threw it back to no one
-They were just out of reach
Keep on sleeping, but you’ll never dream a thing
‘Cause there’s nothing in your heart
But the image of yourself
That is the reason we’re here
Next time, don’t pretend to be something you’re not!
And now Dicker’s done

Well, hurt’s a funny thing
We’re dumb by nature,
And we’re never gonna’ grow
-Just a frog in the headlights of a dump truck 
It’ll run you down when you’ve nowhere left to go
The beginning of the end comes fast,
So you say the same line a billion times
Like it’s ever gonna’ make you feel different… 

Shut the fuck up and go stand on your mark!
It’s personal now
With the sick, I freak out
I’m a prick with a blackened thumb,
And I’ll stick it in your mouth
On the off-chance it could mentally fuck you up

I’m no hero
I came here to snack on your bones
And to nest in your earholes
Darkness beckons me!
You won’t see when it comes
You’ll just be misery

I threw it back to no one
-They were just out of reach
Keep on sleeping, but you’ll never dream a thing
‘Cause there’s nothing in your heart
But the image of yourself
That is the reason we’re here
Next time, don’t pretend to be something you’re not!
And now Dicker’s done!

You crossed the road
Took the permanent passport to nowhere
-The amphibian hops on
You crossed the road
Took the permanent passport
Denial’s a symptom of loss
What the fuck do you think you have lost?
Life hops on
It hops on
It hops on
It hops on and on and on and on

I threw it back to no one
-They were just out of reach
Keep on sleeping, but you’ll never dream a thing
‘Cause there’s nothing in your heart
But the image of yourself
That is the reason we’re here
Next time, don’t pretend to be something you’re not!
And now Dicker’s done!

Life hops on
It hops on
It hops on and on and on and on and on

9. Telescope

I try to learn when I sprout a life out from nothing
I view it in a brand new frame
I put all of my faith in this
-All of my faith in this
If I goof up again, 
What can I make from the mess?
Say adieu!
Fuck that coulda, woulda, shoulda shit

Thus, your head spits pain, and the bullet rampages
-The generation of danger
You were da’ one who overlook’ da’ rule book
Ya’ whole crew’ shook
I’m the target of anger
Thus, your head spits pain, and the bullet rampages
-The generation of danger
Thus, your head spits pain
Do you feel d-disdain for me?
Can’t get away from me, motherfucker!
 
This ain’t the time to hide your shame
You’re in the process—two more hearts to go
Preacher decided he’s done being quiet
The people love violence
It’s human nature—watch ‘em take it and take it again
And seventy-seven attempts later,
There’s a bad cop who turns the cheek
-He likes to watch ‘em squirm around on the pavement
That’s the delusion of safety
You proudly carried the torch,
But the porch had been doused with kerosene
Suddenly, you can’t face me
Suddenly, it seems you can’t walk at all… 
Because I changed that!
Fuck your coulda, woulda, shoulda shit!

Thus, your head spits pain, and the bullet rampages
-The generation of danger
You were da’ one who overlook’ da ‘rule book
Ya’ whole crew’ shook
I’m the target of anger
Thus, your head spits pain, and the bullet rampages
-The generation of danger
Thus, your head spits pain
Do you feel d-disdain for me?
Can’t get away from me!
 
I know the rich men park somewhere in Bruges,
Then the road winds further and further
Into the fog—into the maze,
Until they’re so caught up in haze
They couldn’t see me ‘til I swept their fucking legs
 
I peel out like a shadow,
Follow them straight into the maze
They can’t hear me when I sneak up from behind
And put chemicals in their brain
 
I know the rich men park somewhere in Bruges,
Then the road winds further and further
Into the fog—into the maze
Until they’re so caught up in haze
They couldn’t see me ‘til I swept their fucking legs

10. Wendrid

I’m just a bug in the wall
Like an electrical storm, I’ll surge ‘til I blow out your circuits
If that’s the price to pay,
Paint me green and remember my misery
  I’m living on that cemetery schedule
I been’ up all night writing obituaries
-Hands like a devil
-Speaking in riddles
Pen cracks and leaks ink all over the table… 
 
I’m in between two wrongs
-A head-tilting scene,
All carved up and stabbing with sorrow
 
I did my best
Now it’s your turn to rot,
And it’s my turn to eat
My best, my best, my Wendrid
You spat me out
-The mechanical blast self-destructs at the seam
My best, my best, my Wendrid
 
Here’s your chance to let me know your virtues
Anyway, you’ll soon join my recipe for pain
-Well, one of many
 
Hey, listen how the music serves to calm me down
While you’re coming ‘round
You were so goddamned cunning,
But I caught you out, so I’ll gut you now
I look at myself and look at my pain
-A weapon that’s not meant to stay
-A weapon that’s not meant to stay
It gets in the way
I look at myself and look at my pain
I look at my pain
It gets in the way
 
But I’m just a bug in the wall
Like an electrical storm, I’ll surge ‘til I blow out your circuits
If that’s the price to pay,
Paint me green and remember my misery
 
I’m in between two wrongs
-A head-tilting scene,
All carved up and stabbing with sorrow
 
 Yeah… gimme’ two more years
I’ll get the ticket for your one-way ride to wayside’s resign
You’re a posh guy whose dreams’ll be personified
Live it wild while you’re vilified, defiled, and unwinding
 
It feels just like Christmas
You’re ribboned and wrapped for the press
I wonder what they’ll say next!
Last time, I guess they didn’t care much for the razor blades… 
But I’m an adaptable kinda’ guy!
-Ribboned and wrapped like a gift
-Dressed up all spiff’
If I were a betting man, I’d say you’ll be the next big hit!
Shit, they might want a refill,
And I wasn’t prepared to write a sequel
It’s just like Christmas Day!
You’re ribboned and wrapped for display
-Stuffed in the sleigh
‘Til somebody comes along and tries to open this present
Imagine what it’ll feel like unraveling such a perfectly wrapped package
Only to feast their eyes upon you
Last chance to let me know your virtues
Anyways, you’ll soon join my recipe for pain
-Well, one of many
 
I did my best
Now, it’s your turn to rot,
And it’s my turn to eat
My best, my best, my Wendrid
You spat me out
-The mechanical blast self-destructs at the seam
My best, my best, my Wendrid
 
Let’s see what’s underneath

11. Headfirst

 You wanna die headfirst or no head at all? 
Ain’t no encore, so you better think twice
Today’s the day you will be granted one wish
You wanna’ fly?
My friend, you’ll fly with the pigeons!
I’ll draw a line down your back
Just to keep the fucking scalpel straight
Don’t make me break my asl;dfjkas-
Fuck!

Headfirst?
This is your moment, so you better be sure… 
Don’t miss your big shot!
Flap them’ arms ‘til you paint a new hood for your car

I don’t wanna’ make a fortune
Nah, I’m in search of so much more!
I wanna’ leave a good impression
Watch these worthless people soar higher than eyes can see
Let it blind all their faults
-Blind all their past mistakes
I’m here to show who they really are
 
And what a night to be a pigeon!
On such a night we’ll perch in trees and drink to what we’ve done 
On such a night we’ll crowd the streets and shit on everyone!
Pity’s for those without reason
Small world for a man with a small mind
Pity’s for those without reason
Small world for a man with a small mind

I don’t wanna’ make a fortune
Nah, I’m in search of so much more!
I wanna’ leave a good impression
Watch these worthless people soar higher than eyes can see
Let it blind all their faults
-Blind all their past mistakes
I’m here to show who they really are

Did you think it would be justified?
Was your betrayal because this is what you think it takes to evolve?
Human nature hasn’t inched since the Stone Age
We’re suffocating under the weight of words,
Under appeal for acceptance,
You can’t see the dead-end?
Faith is not faith once it requires evidence,
Yet, gas is needed just to start the fucking car

I don’t wanna’ make a fortune
Nah, I’m in search of so much more!
I wanna’ leave a good impression
Watch these worthless people soar higher than eyes can see
-Blind all their faults
-Blind all their past mistakes
I’m here to show who they really are

12. Thistle

I guess I don’t know who is to blame
What could I do?
What could I do with no heart—no pain?
To the abyss went all of your dreams
You let ‘em go
You let ‘em be something else
-Dissolved in the cesspit of your being

You were never gonna’ be freed
‘Cause the pig man’s big
Put that money deep in your pocket
Sleep with the light on,
Kept your thief on a tight leash
Street after street he lurked at a distance,
Feet were consistent,
Crept with the swag of a piston
-The disciple with no resistance
Infected with thoughtless conviction
But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t ask a favor… 
You’d been trapped all in that room
It took two years pay your way out
I know people can change,
But you’ll never find me
Still spouting that same fucking bullshit
I’ve the last line!

It keeps me believing
That I was chosen from the Bleak Beyond
To partake in the greatest experiment
The world of science has ever seen!
I let an angel pick me up
It made me walk the line
I let it reach into my soul to extract the one thing
I never had the confidence to notice

I guess I don’t know who is to blame
What could I do?
What could I do with no heart—no pain?
To the abyss went all of your dreams
You let ‘em go
You let ‘em be something else
-Dissolved in the cesspit of your being

What’s inside’s outside
I ran the tests until I got it fucking right!
You’re the type of man who keeps his shoes polished bright
You made us stray from the path
To abandon our posts
Steep was the slope you had cherished the most
But you still don’t get it… 
So, that’s why you lie here with a buzz saw in your skull

You’ll never be freed!
You’re a big, pig man
Got so much money in your pocket
Talked a whole lot of shit for a man of elegance
You always kept it clean
You had a pistol just for me
On the chance that you escaped
To tell the world what you have seen
They’ll never know just what it means to be this great!
But this is the end of the fucking line, bitch!

I guess I don’t know who is to blame
What could I do?
What could I do with no heart—no pain?
To the abyss went all of your dreams
You let ‘em go
You let ‘em be something else
-Dissolved in the cesspit of your being

How long?

13. How Long?

How long ‘til I can free us?
I’ll give it everything
How long ‘til they can’t take our lives away?
How long ‘til we can be ourselves?
How long ‘til we believe again?

What’s left to say?
Have they suffered for nothing?
Had a foot in the door,
Back-tracked, and it slammed in my face
Had I listened with ears,
Had I felt with my hands,
Maybe I could have provided some type of substance
In the lives of some sick men who can’t even think
They repeat information,
Memorized text lines like it was their vocation
Who am I to criticize?
Like water evaporates, 
I disappeared through the gate
My life’s work incinerates 
-Obliterated what I stated lest I be incarcerated

How long ‘til I can free us?  
I’ll give it everything
How long ‘til they can’t take our lives away?
How long ‘til we can be ourselves?
How long ‘til we believe again?
 
Be my muse tonight
Be my muse tonight
Be my muse tonight
On the road to fixed, fixed, fixed, fixed, fixed!

How long ‘til I can free us?
I’ll give it everything
How long ‘til they can’t take our lives away?
How long ‘til we can be ourselves?
How long ‘til we believe again?