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sham
05:43
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eyes shut
cold mud
ooze out
my mouth
obscure sham supremacy
spit out
im a fuckin technogen catastrophy
pushing lenses through the smoke of evidence
of incessant violence
holding swords loosing faith growling for the sun god
chaotically dispersing the veil of uncertainty
eyes shut
cold mud
ooze out
my mouth
who are u talking with
contour of ur pretense is
lured by hollow despotism
in fact its just run of the mill
obscure sham supremacy
spit out
rest in
peace, grease the jeez, stay swiss
in this
slaughterous bliss
social abyss
which piss me
off, caught a cold, cought up
clothes moth
robe up, get warmth
sneak to the north
pole
vault boy
enjoy
ur sentimental toys
soy ploys
spread pois(e)-
on
loan mo-
rons claw
rows of low laws
so call
one - o - two
they'll come and get u
long queue
got a few
spew bags, glue and swine flu
new truth
old hue
I knew there is nothing to
choose nor to loose
excuse my
spy versus spy flyby lullaby
slide on dried spides
suffice it to say, its
so gay to be unfazed
being raised among switch-
blades ought to show me the fade
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shame
02:51
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shame on cash, shame on nazis popping out the bank
aint got screwed, jealous market lickin' in the snack
folk blow up, messing up like Gary Wilson's hairstyle
sip some smoke just to choke reality inside
hold ur breath i represent solid-state non-working class
gotta touch some grass gotta heal my will by grilling brill
shame on krills
only sappy cannabis
I got mental paralysis
havin' no apologies
for sittin' on my ass
shortenin' ciggie life goes with it tasting like a dog food
//if u obsessed with that ground will enjoy your grave//
Hello Kitty don't be greedy ur identity looks good
//
i have fragile mindset
kangaroo jumped on my head
wAnNa bReAk fRoM tHe aDs???
lets brew up twice used tea bags
put on your fashion rags
wish i could live in France
//
//sosch thing//
shame on cash, shame on rotten social media \coma\
I don't have to keep the balance just to fit in ya \dot\
my shoe drifting from the corner rubber mazda miata \crocs\
wheelie on a monocycle, crash my nuts like pinata
mama said papa said Zappa said im bad in counting
should't fuck around but I just cannot live my life without it
my own life is an absorption of the goofy names and brands
my own style is parodying of the shitty quotes and bands
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3. |
૮ ･ ﻌ･ა
02:43
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