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IIIx08 Box At The End.mp3
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Peak #744
Peak in subgenre #7
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June 18, 2012
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MP3 5.7 MB, 160 kbps, 4:58
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Box at the End Verse 1 I was a little boy once and I always kept ‘em guessin Had a father who was sharp on always teachin lessons Had a bike that was prime and took me on my searches What I found was a find that no one can just purchase But it felt a little too good - I knew I didn’t deserve it I disguised it through design to erase my inner purpose Chorus There’s a box at the end of the street - I won’t open it It’s not locked it’s begging for me - I can’t open it A gift - - screamin I’m FREE - I won’t bother it I should be drawn by its natural curiosity I should forget where it is and just let it be A box at the end of the street – I’ll get over it A box at the end of the street - I won’t open it – no . . . Verse 2 Behind I was left - never right - always becoming nervous Beat the system at its games but I still I feel I’m worthless I’m lost but not ready to find what waits in-between my courage In the home-town of my mind I just wander like a tourist Don’t get me wrong I’m not down fully and live life to the fullest Got more boxes waiting patiently for when they're put in service Verse 3 I would elevate through stasis if it wasn’t for these curses But the cost is yet to come and gets hidden in these verses I know what’s inside this box as you probably guessing An imaginary concept I insist on still repressing Regarding self - that part of me I prefer on its highest shelf I should level up my dignity with these secrets to my mental health Bridge Am I serious? I’m serious. So serious it stings but the pain it brings motivates and makes my soul sing I’m a fool and I’m a king among demons with sharp wings Target my self-enemy rating aiming at number one Telekinesis on feeble trigger set to destroy instead of stun My wires get with flame and my circuits they be crackling Encryption levels kept complex to deter my own soul hacking Poison traps in stack mode to protect my sacred blackening Like Anikin’s love fed his evil dark gloves - and the monster he became I refuse to be a slave when my mental frame is off the chain But my powers come from feeding They come from feeding on the pain And I wear that badge just to prove Just to prove that I’m insane And I wear that badge just to prove Just to prove that I’m insane
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