Processed Beats

Processed Beats - Kasabian

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I drop beats from

This processed meat

For a conversation

A meditation and

I cut waves like

Some unborn sage

Just like terrorists

On a day of rest singing

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I break bones

Stealing mobile phones

And I'm cuttin deals

For these homeless meals

Making idle threats

Using chinese burns

As you load my head

With the Grateful Dead singing

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide