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a requim of new age crimson fears, a collage of headlights and angled mirrors, so deadly when examined so crystal clear, like running spastically with newly sharpened shears, to some were all a box of gas and gears, motivation for others to outlast the tears, see safety mechanisms just premote not deter, to me the earths a missle with passengers
blindly following the twisted path, destined to rap but the mass must laugh, got a jackat of flak to dampen impact, step back react fully equipt never lack, even if the forest is dense, can't make sense from pre tense, prevent im spent, tryin to find an end in the path following sky black blatent fact like that, never tire or relent invent my hobby and craft my philisophy, time is only stoppin me, evilist enemy has to be me simile for sea anenome eagerly, await with a rippled state instagate, similar hate when mc's live to create, theatrics it's tragic to get lost in the land of camera's and magic, relating outlandish, period a myriad theroys that's why were weary steering seering bleeding and blending in a requim, never ending and now i'm venting with cold inventing, mc's left lending while thier souls twist blending
it's the image that's a gimick don't be finakee please, just follow your inner three, the yin the yang the you, only you know what to do, cause you know what you've been through
at a loss for the shoulda been, i can't reach the coulda been, woulda been, coulda been, another hooligan, doin it again, i coulda been it all, but none the less remain stressed and vexed lost the the contest, benched second guessed and perplexed at the annexed depressesed manics impressed by gramatics and thier scantalist tactics, forever remember is insignificant difference
were all lost in a frothy sause, never pause to consider the collective cost, just use your intellect for a sec, to see the conections of who you what you affect, an inspection for protection, never mentioning the lemons or the denem that will spred em exposing venom that will get them, like a requium of what weve been though, the never ending tradgedies that we see on the evening news, it's time to reconsilliate a fate that's the same, no matter how you try and refigure or rename, all the blame of the pain should be slain on the sinner of the inner most workings of the human brain
it's the image that's a gimick don't be finakee please, just follow your inner three, the yin the yang the you, only you know what to do, cause you know what you've been through
representation got people restainin, thier inclination self fufulied proclimation no insperation ina media controlled nation, self respects on a dusty shelf, like a black bomber stealth, texture felt, we have a wealth of knowledge and grace, which can't be replaced, but scathed as the juices baste another gimick in my face, like shit's been laced, and it's looking like flakes of the mistakes we make and shake, the scape is slippery snakes in fermeted grapes been crushed like rush but will never give up, even when shook shootin myself in the foot
our times winding down and our smiles turned to frowns, we resound in hatred, it's a dazing faze that we play with, cause everyday is sacred, some say we'll make it, but there voice inflections soundin shakey, faking transitions divisions of visions, now left stooped like stupid pigions, couped up with descisions, as we fiddle with our digits and always go with it, we hit it and forget it, like a nail on the head, all stale and misled, face pail and unfed, cause we feel like a sped with a prostectic leg as we beg for forgivness and live as a witness to see the world pivot, should we give it a chance or glance back at the past, think fast and choose, you snooze you loose, everybody should stay current with the news to know what to do and know who's doomed
it's the image that's a gimick don't be finakee please, just follow your inner three, the yin the yang the you, only you know what to do, cause you know what y
