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(专辑: ULTRAVIOLET - 2014)
I'm feeling so Jodorowsky today man Someone inject me with the
venom from the
jaws of iron, God-defying They said I'm on the
cross to die-Pontius Pilate That's the
judge jury, injury, there's no hung jury Hungry for the
bloodlust, so hush-hush I'm a
pushover, it's a
domino effect If you, think it's a
game I'll put you collarbones in check I
need Bacardi Gold when I
hear my cardio, a
card'll go Up my sleeve, walk into the
carnival Vámanos A
mi barrio sigue Préndelo yo sobre todo Adíos debase Yeah my audios debase, but I
don't need a
language change To explain they ape each other, all I
see's orangutans Bangers bang in the
brain, it's all a
sea of 808s I'm from the
state of rain, but I
don't reign my state, wait I
lost my mind, when I
went searching for a
soul tonight I
came up empty-handed when I
learnt to play a
role and take it slow I'm going slower Frozen in a
coma I'm going nowhere I
know it, I
know it When I'm 38 I
hope I'm a
special Son-of-a-gun, jumping the
gun so disheveled Holding shovels, digging holes with roses, settled With dumb hoes I
used to know, but now those are echoes In this Mariana Trench Now I
won't carry on the
stench Of the
carry-on you're carrying at your very own request You're a
parasite in my eyes, a
burial is next motherfucker Hiding the
monsters under covers Undercover girl, cover up, everyone's a
shutterbug And I'm so underground, I'm C.H.U.D Watch me make a
puddle out your blood, umbrellas up above (acid rain, dancer) Plaster matter, mask-making Mad Hatter patterns Breaking at an addict at his lowest point and full of opioids A
poster boy, ego destroyed Or maybe that's just schadenfreude or a
shout to Freud, I'll take it slow I'm going slower Frozen in a
coma I'm going nowhere I
know it, I
know it "November Graveyard" So no dead men's cries, flower forget-me-nots between the
stones Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot To unpick the
elaborate heart, pare bone Free of the
fictive vein. When one stark skeleton Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet: Flies watch no resurrections in the
sun Stare, stare Till your eyes foist a
vision dazzling on the
wind: Rave on the
leash of the
starving mind The
blank, untenanted air
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