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2.Ugly Lifespans
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genreless fiendix odd nor
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labrynth maze? trapdoors? bottomless pits? well fortune? three side coin truth proof? fork sifting? coverless books? and plenty of spare days
Sand in the Wind 2005 release. Featuring producers such as Evil Eye Scream Infamous Words Cymbiotic The Original Los Infamous Words Tee-Know Sophist
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #1,107
Peak in subgenre #91
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Fiendix
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May 17, 2005
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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swearing emotions hosting a reality are gone. singing songs of virtue and distrust leaving everyone stunned wondering where it all began. your stupid face is out of place. erase whole personas of despair inside dim lairs. i wanto be divorced at an age where my wife slept with my best friend and is now doing porn while i pay child support. how lucky i am, to withstand a storm that hasent yet begun. kill the pills that make it all better. im emotional, so what! why don't you die in the future too. not a palm reader since looking into lying eyes holds no prize. mimicing values born out of tasks lasting virtuous in moments lost in "im lost" bodys hurt to regurgitate everything fake for the sake of one cadaver being raised. praised by those who know him personally out of hands delivered from characters traits I stole out of frozen hearts ripped in half then crushed. brushed of hollow chest till it drips on the sex organ. all are astounded...it's been said in a previous lifetime i spread butter on clocks, look up at the stars and walk myself with a leash, while no one buys him a muzzle to shut that sarcastic mouth. evading every question with responses to not answer in lies nor truth. so amused with words to rehearse a job well done. speaking without thinking- rarely. taking a long time to respond to bonds of friendship without enemys. it happens, while you're being chased im laughing. never kicking children on the floor, since i never keep track of the score. what counts is here and now, but the past is written and can be summoned at will for a thrill of making eyes water. heads look down from up high and deny every lie of truth exactly as planned. more nit-picking and pushing of buttons to examine the fuctions of robots and slothy brain thoughts. caught in poisoness webs, dreading for life only when death comes into play. lay down...forget...it's the easy way out... lay down and forget it's the easy way out
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