Killings reflect the destiny of the village
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So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage
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See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain
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Yea but from here on out its hoofed mare or bare footed urchin
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Dig in your person
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Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack reason to ribbons
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Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee
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Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities
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Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate
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Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk
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My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless
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For fitted boogie systems with crook addictions
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Well sure my crown is formed of thorns
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Yea but my thorns are formed of sound
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And I've found sounds what keep me warm
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When the mornings born with frozen ground
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Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards clear
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The meat from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers
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When the silhoettes of emaciated frames danced on a highwire
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Mistook for aspiring third world poster children
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But is inserted ghost with dealin
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Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte
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Tentacle dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes
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Friend it don't take the wisest men in triplicate pace unified
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I don't condone the blasphemy hatchery's procreation
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From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones
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Tidal waves to twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones
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Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons
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All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room
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Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums
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Fuck hugging my cool
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The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel
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The company of similars couldn't excite the motor
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But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh
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One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire
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Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant
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Stuck in the pluck of the harp buzzing the fuzzing televison mixer
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Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed
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Pick of the litter, litter of the pick
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Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom
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There's ample room for
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Stowaways inside the cargo bed
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Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet
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Instincts leashing himself to where the wind spitting ice storms
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And termite swarms are commonplace
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I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase
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I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence
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But I also know its ratio to bad don't feed my confidence
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The nutrients will be intense circle
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The clues units of success being personal
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Then sucked basic diversion
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Rusty anchor budget for nothing
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Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern
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I can't believe I'm still concerned
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I can't believe side children turn in their sleep over one-liners
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Well I yield to hear your burns
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Color me out of my skull draggin a wagon of creature features
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And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers
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Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless
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Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance
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Got em out, killing machines turn belly up
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Buckled, the troubles I've seen
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Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers
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Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter
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Justified the germ's birth cauterize the gashes after
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On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch
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On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night
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Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire
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But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral
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Born for one task indeed
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To spawn a citizen kane of oaks out this ugly duckling seed
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Look I aint too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seeds
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When the reapers turns mortals to caspers
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See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimmick the null
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Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons
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Stand of a many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly
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Bask in the last warmth ever known to man's tangents
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In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished
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Managed to carve initials in the granite wall the damned it all tp
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I hung with cats that do the donts
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Cats that forage through the moats
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Hoping eloping with soveriegnty and a cantine demon prodigies
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I love the wake, the watch, the walk, the work
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The well its almost six o'clock
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I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)
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