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Save Face As...

 

Save Face As...

(альбом: Beneath The Toxic Jungle - 2015)


[Rav:]
You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful
The essence of my sickness that I didn't need a cure for
Pure lore at first, but you've blurred the lens
My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize
My heart and my mind can't reconcile for my next move
Yet I feel like if I don't make one, then I'll just lose
You got so close to attempt to see through me
And if you think that you've succeeded, then, for sure, you never knew me
See I've still got great cards, my hand is impressive
You peeped at one heart, and you're presumptuous, you're guessing
See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand
And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand
Such a dirty lens, I'll get a new prescription
Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction
The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face
Bitch, best save face before you close your face

Pick a card, any card
And take a heart, any heart
But not mine, not today
Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face
Going
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Going
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Farewell, farewell
Bitch

[Kill Bill:]
Farewell
I'm still singing farewell
Making endless loops on the stairwell
These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard's tones
False hope eat it up
We can all choke
I don't like to point fingers but the hand looks loaded
Try'na play a straight with a damn crook's motives
Burn what you like
What I can't cook sober
Sir I'm not an architect but these plans look bogus
Marching in place
Trail blaze the room in an arsonist's pace
Try'na scale through these plumes
I am carbon and waste
Not an artist I trace
I need your opinion like barf in my face
And while we're all stuck on this partisan race
I'm just trying to block it out
Please pardon my space
Art is my faith
I want to see the moon dump my carcass in space
Yo what was I saying again

[Rav:]
Pick a card, any card
And take a heart, any heart
But not mine, not today
Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face
Going
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Going
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Farewell, farewell
Bitch

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