LYRICS

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Even if we stacked all of the medicine cabinets never be tall enough to get ahead of the madnesses,
Even if you gathered every pint and flask, it don't provide a place to hide from the shadows of your past,
Even if i laid with every friend i've made, I’d still be just a couple strands of DNA,
Afraid of being betrayed,

You can't wear that disguise forever, 
If you don't stop the bleeding gonna leak through your sweater,
And you better not stain my upholstery
Hopefully, I'm happy to make your acquaintance, anecdotally,

You could have caught a locomotive train to see me locally,
You could have kept it vocally and rang me on the rotary,

Brought you by whatever the censors choose,
It's probably not the news if it represents your views,
I'm trying to juxtapose with those that don't agree with my version of perfect,
Otherwise What in the World's the purpose...

Koncept:

Out the window hearing loud cries
5 stories up high
A sky rise in downtown
Single but with 9 wives
The mud is where he comes from
Judgement isn’t outlines
Look at all the results
I never want to downsize

If I see a fault I take it out my vault I gotta go,
If I mess it up I re-record the verse with a different flow,
The winter walking through the blizzard,
Nike’s on it’s freezing cold,
In Queens with some Timb’s on, my North Face,
I zip it closed ,

They pick apart the gifted art cause didn’t get the views,
But they missed the part that vision starts in different types of moods,
See the kid has got a bigger heart cause he was starved for food,
And it built a lot of skills he got then carved it out for you,

And this one wants the accolades but didn’t pay the dues,
Like you could’ve had your dream girl but didn’t make the move,
I just pulled up to Matinee but late a day or two,
There’s a shooting at the entrance but it didn’t make the news,
What in the World...

Lane Shuler:

And that’s the day that me and knowledge parted ways,
Things ain’t been the same since the day I landed in Martinaisse,
I'm hard to kill, and I’m hard to phase, give the space the darkest gaze,
When really all I am is just a common lazy carbon chain, 
When I fall asleep all I see is visions of cannonballsm
Marching to the rhythm of the reckoning of revachol,
I wanna take my paint to the bloody pores of these granite walls,
And show various analogs who I am when the hammer falls,

Drop to my knees and I pray to the saint Delores Dei,
As if there wasn’t more to say, as If I wasn’t more than clay,
Run my fingers down a parabellum sunrise,
On a high horse for a pale ride, and one slug when it comes time,

Please God, I only got one shot, gun smokes cold and the blood runs hot,
Since last week this is all that I got, there’s a man in the tree, and a life I forgot,
I decide that I’m not gonna die on the spot, gonna fight for the win, bend light when I talk,
Live for the tie or you lie on the blocks, and there will come a time when the world’s gonna...