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Album: Certain Science - Single
With love I'm willing to walk on blades, the young, the dead, the old.
With blood that's spilling across my fate beyond the sense of all.
In these endless incisions of baptized religions, I'm a corner on the market as I border on suspicion, mission, analytical, crop the visual. Complicate the end result to keep it from the spiritual.
In all area codes, we're carrying loads of undeserved hate that counter the weight of chokeholds.
To get the record straight, I'm bout to be in misery eternally and certainly until the bottle breaks.
How it works, man it always hurts. I need to feel the breeze and leap from trees to know earth.
The economy of graves. Don't mind the blaze, one line from every dark page.
Well the tedious takes time, the media makes minds, anonymously we planted the seed so say I'm.....
I'm the hair of the dog that bit you, licked you, spit you into orbit near the planets we've aborted.
Shorted in my last transaction, that fateful fraction, is painful like the first contraction.
Your soul is clashing with no room to breathe. Someone was dashing but it wasn't me.
These tall rumors were best without a last name. Go your own way and call it just another lonely day.
The solo 610, devoted friend or foe, we know the worst of these slip in the back row.
The main purpose is what?? And most all of y'all won't make it to the second cut.
The lightning struck on a new plateau. Unveiling underworld dimensions that you should now know.
The sound surrounds you and believe me that it's screaming for attention. These blaring sirens have been muted by your selfish intuition.
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