[Verse 1 Doseone] If Im out sometimes Out there sometimes I make a miserable human Emptied out and feeling stupid, sterile For breathing my choice is stale And my arms and legs are falling asleep My hosted figure it out is falling asleep Everybody wants to wake up [penis] and Get them snacked on the cop at staples rip Every lines not perfect punk Loaded the gram wrong Dont make a difference but still hurts Being out of minds to stand up and run sour, be small today Screams a scarecrow with selfrighteous taking so seriously Even the big stick it rusts shut Water burns off the good catcher as it burns [Verse 2 Sole] Were goin back to the popcorn, a la DJ Mayonnaise Whos their mesmerizer? Forgot how to win [at chess and] Prepare dinner table for guests I hide the [silverware and eat tourists] Its not nice to point You can hit with the wrong reasons, but I hope you leave convinced And no fingerprints or imprints, Ive been here since I sat down Disown a talent, and all the people that make a living within its padded walls I hate you all for not being like me Maybe Im wrong, but I make the rules and break the hearts If you [want it here], Im down to take but I can carry it in my cage Show me the paintings, these are [cursive spells] of recipes Death to the world, live forever critically acclaimed Forget my name, but please know the [words] that follow the songs For the next years to come [Verse 3 Alias] I cry inside only cause I have no energy to do it on the outside Im tired and grown quite weary Saying what the hells the matter with future not reflecting Looking at it in disgust, can you come up with something, anything? [Hook Sole Alias] Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible [Verse 4 Doseone] The feeling cunt watch em get her clothes up And walks out, disregard their air in me, happiness is dying Wishing we downed the entire set walking on my hands and feet Jesus say You like me psalm, whatever happened next and Im not an alien and everything will not be alright There is a wrong in every speck Longitudinal slum to lay around the world Forces your belly bet biting my tongue biding the time [Verse 5 Alias] Repeated short buzzes bring me to my disconnected feeling In a 1440 minute cycle of this Perhaps it is this that makes my music so depressing Or maybe its the fact I have to travel extensively to work with others in my circle And as a controlled rain falls into my body I ponder the thought that it might be the fact that Im the minority in my city Because I dont do Pearl Jam covers And as I begin that twenty minute journey I think perhaps its because I must sit in this eight hour constrainer of creativity Punching numbers when I should be pushing buttons in two thousand ways How is it Im motivated to endure eight hours of pure unadulterated boredom? Then sit in front of another computer for four more hours using the same old drum set Trying different loops, cant find one that fits Maybe this is why I sit in front of a pad of paper, pen in hand with a blank mind And I ask myself Is the writers slump the best form of meditation? Rhetorical, dont have an answer And I also dont expect one [Verse 6 Doseone] One big clock behind the forehead Wires hanging out of the keyholes Of the back of my spine terminated And completely not the same fabric As the street should make me humble Force in by humidity and all the sponge shop habits quiet [Hook Sole Alias] Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible Its like, all alive, were all gonna die Prepare my cocoon when Im gonna write a Bible [Verse 7 Alias] I could easily write those platinum puppets But I couldnt fight the gag reflex Even if that werent the case Id look myself in the face of my reflection would probably backhand me Placin my blame on myself [Verse 8 Sole] [Liver was an island] pasted over receptacles, my phlegm My pen, this [wharf] brings me back This pungent tundra metaphorical Punching bag, bring around the human autopsy Skin all torn, dripping on my [citizens of these bells] Bringing thorn, singing songs all alone [I could] whispering, all I do is weep Pity, isnt it? if being here is touching myself This is literary masturbation to say the least Slay the beast, [depth in] swallowing my pride We are modern humans fashioned in, [harboured] outside The cannon blew out, all the people left the villages Children run the streets and they find new gods to pray to New ways to prepare for the coming of something new New ways to prepare for the coming of something wonderful New ways to prepare for the coming of something new New ways to prepare for the coming of something beautiful [Verse 9 Doseone] No little boy, from the makeup Is, come on, embarrassed from the makeup Mans uncanny successful by mostly in his capitalist measuring stick Prolific bare ass mushing the clover and [then] the lions share My [lunch please], got money tree or sanction the openings At [plainly] or doing fine, knockin me [o and] [Do it] my own, Avalon bought sickle stick and golden tinsel Valhalla Toasted the Pape and there is a circle behind every point And Im ascared to spread out give back to the rain clouds Its me against my tape worms It row cross peace! still standing Die off on doing the hump It hurts too real real, real [Outro Sole Slug] Lets get incredible Break your face values Lets get incredible Break your face values Lets get incredible Break your face values Lets get incredible Break your face values Lets get incredible Break your face values Lets get incredible Break your face values Lets get incredible Break your face values
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