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lyrics
LOYALTIES. Now they done cut down all the trees now we have no shade, sun baked class-consciousness and the worst decisions made. As the globe looks on, there’s no prescriptions, no faith healers to lay hands on and ease our diseases. It seems a crime to be a human being to all else that breathing, dividing, photosynthesizing; knee-jerk reaction is hiding. Construct a bunker, build a fortress, reallocate my proportions, divide it up between intra and extra versions. Hide and seek with myself, seek and hide a life for myself behind the prying eyes and forked tongued lies, leaves me bluer than deft w.a.r.e., the soup seems thin, me need something hardy to keep me from floating. I longs to get deep, control my hands in my sleep,; and find what the answer should truly be for me. Should I go out like a soldier or huddle and hide? My greatest pride would be constructing a good and happy life. I'm elated, so fucking elated you made it, ill fated, still g-rated, but hated nonetheless, your life, I'll still take it. Fuck this mess, arrests, less-received receipts. You’re the real time thief with your esoteric MPC. Ya. You’re real lucky you ain't six-feet deep. L’Chayim to your Israel lobby, bedside like Sharon’s mommy. Walking around placid eyed and fake like a zombie, wearing Abercrombie you’ll remember me like prison rape. Living the mission or vision of precision but missing the wisdom of forgiveness for take and a wish list? I gotta leave ya fistless, listless, charcoal for Christmas. Naw fuck that- you bar-coded yuppie bitch-fit. I'm gonna leave you no hands no dick, vertical slits in your wrists: suicide not soaked in your own blood and shit.
credits
from Supernova,
released December 7, 2010
Produced by Dylon Camero.
Additional Vocals by ProjectDead.
