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Your Hands (Remixed)
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Same as the previously titled track but, with a much clearer mix.
alternative indie hiphop rap underground old school independent
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So much of this is garbage, even I can't listen to it anymore.
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Charts
Peak #650
Peak in subgenre #63
Author
EnRaged
Rights
2010
Uploaded
May 11, 2010
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:11
Lyrics
Let me know when its appropriate for the joy to reduce to pain// Cuz now my blood is just rushin from the concussion that I retain// Somethin up in the air is tainted wit traces of misplaced anger// N I don't want to accept I failed cuz the ship was never anchored// Put my body on display encourage the children to point n glare// Teach 'em love themselves by simply forcin 'em to compare// But where do I go to achieve an ounce of self assurance?// I felt the currents, helped assurance, but slowly I only delt wit turrets// Per its only request I'm fallin on down in the depths frantically scroungin through their mess// Tryin ta find the recipe to set me free but is that somethin less than dreams?// I guess I'll see when I raise this blade, n fade away ta a space where I truly fall in place// I've had a reservation for years, so far beyond your comprehension// So just let me mention, that I'm constantly unable to feel no other emotion aside from your tension// *Hook x2* I wish that you could feel me, the way that I feel us// The way that I f*** up, the way that I feel stuck// The way that I can't take the person I am// The way that I feel so beautifully distant from your hands// *End Hook* Only reason I'm holdin us back, I wouldn't be able ta keep us intact// N even wit that straight over my back, n I'm plenty wishin I'd maybe attract// A f*** in piece, the greif, to keep, between my cheeks// But peace would never remain sustained until I changed the game// Along with my name, and all the dysfunction that's keepin me sane// Its almost inane, n so backwards that what holds me down, keeps me goin// See me growin, about once a year when my random revelation rebirths my resistance to death// Revisit the stress, is this sh** indifference or is it my pet?// I'm livin ta guess, cuz right now the confusion is overwhelming// No don't tell me, I'm ready to go on record, steady I blow this second// Let me just go I'm stressin, Its to heavy ta hold that pettiest soul you're reppin// Trust I'm ending this whole connection while your pretending ta know destin-ation// Creation of the basic lies, that intertwine between now n dinner time// Read my f*** in fine print// *Hook x2* *End Hook* Their faces paintin my anguish, its complexity of existence// Voices constantly screamin, they're even deafening from a distance// Separated, detached... no longer do I serve a purpose// But ta murder words with spurts of hurt, n then invert my surface// But what do they want from me, whens my numbness becomin significant?// I've already done this, f*** it, I'm gonna be runnin until I'm givin in// Normalcy would be great, but f*** me I can't even see the light// Let alone walkin towards it wit out trippin right over your plight// The fight is over, no more, no less, no mess for you to clean up// Just be f*** ed the way that I am, the way that you are// The way that I've always been, just f*** it, never again remotely close ta goin this far//
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