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I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code |
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My feet slipping on this twisted road |
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Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance |
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No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions |
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Or the extent of his conviction |
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I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction |
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And digest fiction for culture |
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I'm force fed, behold the monster |
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My head and it connected by bulb |
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Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold |
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And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt |
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Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt |
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Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out |
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You can see it, how I tripped and fell down |
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And picked myself up, turned myself round |
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From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled |
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Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled |
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I choke on lead, until my spit's red |
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When I step outside to get a quick breath |
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Of fresh death, now there's no air left |
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And fifty percent of us couldn't care less |
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I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous |
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Light like tearing the film out your cameras |
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I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid |
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Keep burning as I work towards another classic |
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Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket |
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In this cold world you're naked and unattractive |
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And your tactics are underhanded |
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I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness |
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[Scratches] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Call me the dirty ?, feet is on the couch |
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Stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth |
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Forever drown in my pain in the pleasant sound |
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Of whispered words and rainfall on level ground |
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Gagged and bound with no hope of getting out |
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Save the secrets and lies, I'm tryna settle down |
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But like the weather now, I'm unpredictable |
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My hate's bitter but my love's unconditional |
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Living in this digital age, these are strange days |
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My rage taints, but freed on the same page |
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I make waves, till I wash away the refuge |
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God of the sea, these are the eight wings of Neptune |
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I make moves to refuge, but don't sleep |
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And walk the streets, with a rose in my teeth |
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And a bittersweet song in my heart, I take heavy steps |
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The hard-headed Jehst climbs his own Everest |
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So till the very end, I won't ever rest |
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I'll serenade my angel with every breath |
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God sends, your remembrance of lost friends |
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Whenever my top ten drops, I'll know what went on then |
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Provokes me to focus ahead |
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Close my eyes and get close to the dead |
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I'm the ghost that's meant to be released from limbo |
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Between two worlds like the thief at the window |
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[Scratches] |
