would you expect any less from the people at the for the beats, that go with losing any war, lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up. while the winners write the history defeated die poor more bereft of life than an old jackson pollack and alone, dead and disintegrating, before the hail of bullets is silence, the pow i can get with and i can see it all now it's not 'cause when you think you're on the a-tip you slip it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too much like when i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me you said you didn't like my voice so i my jaw steeled well, people say i out like a holden caulfield fat mama it was hip automatically it's too much i shook my spa-spa-spazmatically
i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again" i erase the lines that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"
don't that thing at me unless you want to use it bark out abuses to the at the back of the line it's open on the meek and the useless
but now you're staring out the t.v. with a smile on your squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes predicting armageddon all the place and we're really sorry for all the we made but now if you could eat your own words you'd start a hunger strike it's easy to control us if you keep us all kick sand up in my face like i'm a wheel guard on your bike the sicker the quicker, thicker, the fatter 'em all scatter but the kicker, it doesn't matter i've got my tongue in my so far it makes me mute heaven is a and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are words to live by now watch me kick in the teeth of the track like my mind was a toe boot
i erase the lines that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again" i erase the lines that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again" don't point that at me unless you want to use it bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the
it's season on the meek and the useless squint, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes the is all about consumption
and anyone and all the people in the street the is up for discussion pointing fingers and they're whispering discreetly "who is that man? what's he for his homeland?" they all can see him, they where he's going he knows their hopes will fade without the of his hand he feels so damn obvious that he be glowing he is ready for his sneak attack, he's gonna go do shit and not look back "i have the answers for the questions been asking me, i will you of the burden of your six figure apathy, i am the dynamite, i am the glue, i never underestimate the enemy what you do i never underestimate the enemy what you do i never underestimate the enemy what you do
don't point that at me unless you want to use it
it's open 'cause it's good, good, good. don't point that thing at me unless you to use it
it's open season on the meek and the bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the squint, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes
bark out abuses to the at the back of the line don't that thing at me unless you want to use it it's open on the meek and the useless squint, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes