[00:00.04]Mud Rockets & Metal Dreams - Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
[00:00.52]Yeah
[00:01.61]We were gods in puddles
[00:04.24]Kings of rice field empires
[00:06.90]Paper boats, metal fists, dollar shops drawn in chalk fire
[00:12.81]I built the war in the gutter with the stickers my saw
[00:15.57]Tasted soldiers in the mud, they all prayed to the Lord
[00:18.25]Cannon blast from the riverbank, boomers divine
[00:20.78]My battleships are lunchbox and victory's mine
[00:23.60]Rice fields as trampolines, frogs as spies
[00:26.16]We launched paper pilots to the smog stained skies
[00:28.97]Parachutes out of napkins, question to the weeds
[00:31.68]Every fall was science, every bruise was creed
[00:34.32]We were psycho little prophets with gasoline hearts
[00:36.97]Spelling gods out of noodles, making bombs out of parts
[00:39.71]If the world had a rule, we broke it in rhyme
[00:42.55]Mud on our teeth, yeah, chaos in time
[00:49.33]I drew stone faces, people said they stared back
[00:52.97]Built the dollar shop out of chalk, no tax
[00:55.56]Sold dreams on lease, money rich by the bale
[00:58.28]Then burned the whole market just to smell the hell
[01:00.92]Poker wars on the floor, kings kill the queens
[01:03.76]We bled imagination, drank kerosene dreams
[01:06.30]Made gauntlets from tin cans, masks from hell
[01:08.96]Every cut on the palm was a prophecy spell
[01:11.87]Jump rope, gunpowder, wood bike crack
[01:15.66]We patched it with rain, hide and seek in the graves of grain
[01:19.97]One hour open, one world fake
[01:22.57]One word born that language can't take
[01:24.94]Yo, pass the hammer, light it, boom
[01:37.32]I rewrote chess, made bishops bleed
[01:41.09]Kings ride bikes through electric reeds
[01:43.76]The pawn's rebellion, the queen's new sin
[01:46.29]We crowned the losers, we let them win
[01:48.94]My brother drew a dollar, said,"Now we rich"
[01:51.91]I sold every soul glitch
[01:55.12]We opened a store inside the ditch with angels screaming,"Buy one, get witch"
[01:59.63]We were psycho little prophets with gasoline hearts
[02:02.31]Spelling gods out of noodles, making bombs out of parts
[02:05.02]If the world had a rule, we broke it in rhyme
[02:07.88]Mud on our teeth, yeah, chaos in time
[02:10.33]Now the gutter's dry
[02:11.93]The rice fields are condos
[02:15.77]The wood bike rusted
[02:18.29]The parachutes gone hollow
[02:20.44]But sometimes when thunder hits the drain
[02:28.96]I swear I hear the cannons again
[02:34.61]Paper boats exploding in my brain
[02:39.24]Boom