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Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more (close to insanity) |
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A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door (close to insanity) |
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One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw (close to insanity) |
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One child prodigy with a vision in his core (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) |
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I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden nurses |
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Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service |
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And warped was |
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I huddled beneath the influenza fresh |
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Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath |
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These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash |
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Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth it's looking bleak |
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Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow |
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I'm shook in a freak side show |
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OK I strobe effects projective when |
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I blink So |
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I resign this chorus line |
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When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall |
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With what |
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I sing I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage |
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Then see the wide eyed dry grays and supplied fiery colossus |
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Well I am a hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate |
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Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this |
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I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity |
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God damn must have remembered me |
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It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it |
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Apprehended me and rendered me suspended in its voyage |
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How these tables have turned |
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Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label |
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Sip the ladle drank the burn begging for dead |
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Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web |
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Caught triple-six couriers beckon they fled |
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OK OK I get it |
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Let 'em shake a little then release 'em |
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Like as if ghostly hysterics would leash on banded completion |
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Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando |
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Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle |
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I'm trained as corner stone famine troopers |
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So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on (yeah, yeah, check it) |
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I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating (close to insanity) |
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The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing (close to insanity) |
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Now everybody in the populis awaited my reply (close to insanity) |
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I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky (close to insanity) |
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Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn |
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By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes |
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To fertilize germination of concern for me for we |
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For he who's sucked into the trench fully dug |
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I don't wanna pull the plug |
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Hug on my canteen like in a dream |
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Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league |
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I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed |
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If the breed should have ever been bread 'nuff said |
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Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon |
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To emerge or a spark's soon a bloom to a surge |
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All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn |
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To ascend from a number to grave blade runner |
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Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king |
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More like |
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I'm walking with a broken mood ring |
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Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level |
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Here to bevel the edge |
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My team's settled on the ledge to pledge |
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It's like that. |
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In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains |
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In the winter it's the same with an added climate change |
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The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange |
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Yet the songs of thirst remain the same |
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You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor |
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Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem |
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I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh |
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So do your magic miracle worker |
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I'll remain unimpressed |
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For the flux, the fix, the famine |
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For the fact that little |
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Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon |
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I'd examined auto pilot (right) when filibuster won (yeah) |
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Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement (oh shit) |
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It's intriguing, yet |
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I guess I knew somewhere something was leaking |
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Now I honor instinct delinquent |
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Bring settler runaways frayed boogie bastard clicks |
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To bypass glass stature walking graph characters |
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Militant dance split the sun and sip the filament |
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Tracer, vivisection is to lab rat primes |
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They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine |
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He knew, he brewed the substance just to mock the lesser budgets |
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Then sought off all trickery bought off the public and screamed victory |
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Tunnel through the mite infested grillage and the rig |
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As fast a |
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Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig trigger revenge |
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Tip the goblet in the dirt review my words spit in the puddle |
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Peace to faint struggle the fuck out and duck out (yeah, check, huh, uh) |
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Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk (close to insanity) |
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I was hidden, yet |
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I slid in just to rip the mask off (close to insanity) |
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I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds (close to insanity) |
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So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would still be over ground (close to insanity) (It's like that) |
