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all for
01:58
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Here no one passes go
Walk on all fours to the letdown
Believe imaginary shows
No spokes on a wheel that’s steadfast
Cathartic hacking at a stone
Over which face will the wind past
Build an automatic stronghold
Feel for a yield that kicks back
The night, again
Alive, surrounded
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peace spell
02:46
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You don’t wanna shine a light
Or come unearth the ground
If there’s no one here to fight
There must be someone else
Caught up on a rite
When you rolled up on the mound
With a full head spinning like a carousel
Held up on a strike
When you brought the curve around
On a beach towel bleaching out my sleep cells
Only one tonight before I clip another pound
Of the meat swells
Dreaming of a peace spell
Now there’s no one here tonight
So I take a look around
At the background
Can’t open the back door
They’re coming out
The fire’s growing bright
And they’re taking up the town
On the path down from everything they don’t have
Only kills when there’s everything they don’t have
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grip
02:05
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I’m young when I’m carcin-out
And you’re not my friend
Collapse on the carpet
I sold myself
To the bargain bank
No more results to use
No cloud when the thoughts remain
Stacked upon themselves
I told you we’re up and down
But we’re so much less
Than all with the soul on
For centuries we won’t regain
Health
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4. |
actual harmony
02:26
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actual harmony
eyes closed
wrist-hold decay
to where the light goes
until the night slips down, away
i keep a nice home
i let the threat beat down the bay
count to the Lysol
with only questions to pay
come to the right throne
come kill the kindred of the brave
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5. |
how
03:35
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Please don’t look
Let me drown
In the phase of nothing’s net
Set my hook
In the ground
I can’t lift another pound
I can’t find the outward bound
In the maze of maps and books
There’s a silver line around
All the myths that pulled you up
What’s the mystery allowed?
I can’t kill the cause of crooks
Someone’s listening
My mouth caused the ending of the rook
Just a little room
He sits down
No one’s left to call him out
Empty out the nooks
Beat up on the sound
Read up on the many in pursuit of any crown
Plead with every mook
Drink up all the salt
We could fall together to the bottom of the sand
Better than a stock
Freer than a crowd
Everybody’s running to the ending of the land
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6. |
the crawl
03:25
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Turn the lights off
Show me what got in there
I’m copacetic and you’re not
Talked you out the sight of a death glare
But no one else stares
Like a poster
A cult to cut your insides
To the fate of the best player
With no where else to go
The crawl won’t start on two legs
You can’t reach the master goal
Or find out where the truth is
Green won’t make it gold
I swear my life is useless
When the oxygen is gone
My chest and lungs will prove it
The human bell has rung
The echoed line accuses
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