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All right |
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I can hear the ocean in a shell, but, for the life of me, |
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I never heard your surges more than raindrops in a well. |
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Paladin tribe, break beat elitists. |
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Element five, fully sold on operation, jeopardised on my survival. |
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I will survive when sprayed by heavens liquid ammunition, |
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I'll survive when betrayed by my brethren's wicked ambitions, |
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I'll survive when grated with shut-eye sticky thickets and thorns, born clutching a fistful. |
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It hurts: morbidly blissful, forms spiraling. |
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Sovereigns bring the rise from the funnel; a chorus line of blind crazes tap the water, find the tunnel. |
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As skinny clique mechanics flock to block pick of the land, we stretch the earth around the canvas dragging stick in the sand and pan the hell out! |
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Amid your tireless bold, behold that iris spits clips subtly on supremacy, therefore, blemishes me. |
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Oh, the treacherous penalty centers me, renders me vague, skating slalom through this churning murder columns |
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I am not entirely trained to undo the shame, and all |
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I got's three pennies and a rusty mic unto my name, unto my game, the father |
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Siamese approach to whose delinquent dichotomy cops |
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Emerald City in wonderous novelty. |
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Drink drum, sip a snare to spit a rigid sequence, that's when freak sons |
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Fade to Black, like these pretty pink lungs, slugger. |
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Paper dolls facade as swash buckler. (yeah) |
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Bounty hunt the front to document the frosh cluster. |
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I am structure with a smoke ring, militant distinction with a cloak-and-dagger stagger prime directive, and all else burrows itself amongst drunken perspective. (c'mon) |
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Fade me. I flee the scene, grippin' the missing link like chain gang escapees. (I'm sayin') |
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BUILD ME (me) |
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KILL ME (me) |
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We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise. |
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There is not a track to cherish from he who lacks merit. |
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And all I think about's the motion, exerted to color mavericks alerted. |
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Herd a billion nervous lost child prodigies home to flourish. |
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Now taciturn facets burn open to yield malarkey navigator when wrestled on fancy driftwood out the vessel and |
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I settle. |
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A conquest: stamp it, label it fresh. (fresh) |
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I, in turn, apply policies which require intrinsic merit. (uh) |
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Try to wallow down these yellow bricks with yesterdays appendix on hold; spot it like sky horizon, exposed to bar-codes. |
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Load your fantasy. |
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Interject a bad dream candidly, blue in the face, through in the chase between myself and fame's embrace. |
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Face engaging, presence resonant with chiaroscuro atmospheric traps inhabit the land of denied clearance. (yeeah) |
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Pigeon hold styles, drop similar. |
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The course the corpse patients lacing non sequitur's that spittle off the chin. (spittle of the chin) |
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Upon the recognition, pilot soften up the grin spinning me dizzy, cold. |
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Bending my city to hold water. |
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Yeah, we got affiliates. |
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Cadet merit and brilliance. |
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Clever corporal[?] king-thing, crooked |
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I shrink, |
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I sink into my book. |
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It's, like, fury blew the scaffolding askew, and tainted curiosities allowed the freak show to continue. |
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Forty thieves received the cue: commence blending a plan (yeah and that was spooky) and decorate the dusk like henna to hand. |
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We unknowingly sketched the pentagram by sending clans of caffeinated couriers upon a quest to run the perfect circle around a star. |
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Bizarre pattern with a bad vibe like |
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Jafar to Aladdin; pardon the carbon-based blaze amongst the stagnant trend frenzy, it offends me. |
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Wait, ain't it the liquid soul therapy? |
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I sip to grip a stationary pillar yet we slipped these boogie nights, sucked wattage from rookie lights. |
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Now you proud. |
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I'ma be there when you rush in, just to touch the mushroom cloud. |
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Drink failure |
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Lord have mercy on their dreams... pretty pixels tend to trickle down the screen. |
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Know what |
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I mean? (I scream) |
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BUILD ME (me) |
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KILL ME (me) |
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We consider fresh soundplay we seek frighteningly close to extinct.,, |
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My life line is an assignment: to feed the arts my spirit and to bleed merit |
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The conclusion is subtle: |
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Huddled amongst hermitic gutter-bugs, peasants, and drunks, junkies to critics, sick dictators, haters, kings to alley urchins, monarchs, narcs to liars circling the wild fires, (fires) live wires; |
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I tend to plan an action less than orderly in, with an otherwise uncommonly primer to normalcy torn, (torn) these trades fade as cadavers due to conflicting data matter. |
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First heard as remarkable is now labeled as unmarketable. |
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Damn, thorn in my side... |
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Now the high five hives despised from feedings of alien seedlings, retreating... |
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Burst the threshold, make the vessel capsize, then the hollering's of buoyant survivors treading evoke dreaded |
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Leviathan! |
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Dead it. Headed to crunch the world of |
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MC etiquette by dismantling mics prior to passing towards degenerates. |
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How do you like that settlement? |
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You feel that? |
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A maverick like myself bottles the creativity till the cocoon naturally peels back. |
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This little light of mine shines at a hundred billion times the magnitude of every star within an ample sky sample. |
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I alerted my sole crusaders to trade the games; prescribed them strict diets of |
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DDT and Kelthane |
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It fester when ingested, |
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Glorious vellum addressing helots to zealots, to |
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Jezebel's to hellish felons, granted my span of attention is not what it used to be, but most of y'all delinquents ain't amusing me no more... |
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Get Merit. |
