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Arabian nights, abrasions and spikes, slaves to the mic |
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In the tomb of no daylight, we consume when it sounds right |
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Explode through pipe and pressure, pay the piper |
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Play the record, stay undetected, paint the leopard |
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If it ain't worth the effort-quit |
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We've been in effect, thrown back in the pit, scarred and nicked |
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Stereo stardom, the kingdom of nuclear bombin' |
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The return of burgundy autumn is here in Eve's garden |
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Mirages, novices over my shoulder like harvest |
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Wild jaw crushes the shell of the scarab |
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The sacred marriage of the tribes of Hared, lies for carob |
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When we arrive on dark horse and carriage |
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You ride with the pride and the knowledge of Era |
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Mummification through alliteration an' bomb the calm |
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Arm and leg, I drag a common man through the sand while he begs for rain |
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You see, the things that have been poppin' in my brain, are made for stoppin trains |
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Oxygen boxed up in hexagonal frames |
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Hard to breathe? It ain't all that hard to believe, it's part of my breed |
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Jackals an' hounds, maximum rounds |
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Trackin' 'em down is fun, my name is Prev Won, |
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Disaster fund, mudslide the blind and dumb |
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A dime a dozen look alikes with frozen tongues |
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The chosen ones who came to tame the poison sons |
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[Mad Child & Prevail] |
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They say good things come to those who wait |
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But didn't tell us how long it's gonna take |
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But who are they, anyway? |
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Some can't relate, we gonna say what we wanna say |
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An' we gonna say what we wanna say |
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Some can't relate, we gonna say what we wanna say |