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caught me sifting through the sand of my manhood, the handbook you can't look at, top secret method cooking
cook us up a lawsuit, trying to sue that law's suit, that talking head that saw you through the tv got your rocks loose,
marbles rolling sideways in that bed head of rhetoric, the red dress and red lips of redrum run through bad gifs
bless him says the father of the man that is the child, says the quote to live by wordsworth the time of day in miles
I'm a mercenary bird perched to shit on my target, some people and some cars and some windows to catharsis
find it hard to buy the part with the parking lot of hardships, some cars are garbage and others fresh off the market
and parking meters served by meter maids that work to feed their meter maids in some convoluted curse of keeping cake
just to eat it later, so they say as I watch their birthday's play out, blown candles and presents wrapped in fabric handles make
for ways to bail south for winter, but winners don't give up, they learn to fail and pick themselves a worm from the big crutch
the kid loves his blocks to build with, it's all he's got, when all about the building are plots to scheme to kill them
from the cops to the kinsmen, are brothers with love for minions, and mothers that must give them the child on the cusp of crimson flood
they must kill him because he's about to build a bomb, to blow the world to bits, would you kill him if it meant to save your own skin?
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These signs for the blind in the mind of the sighted, some call it shining and others try to fight it
These signs for the blind in the mind of the sighted, some call it shining and others are undecided
How do you find the piece to fit the puzzle when they all look the same and none are less the puzzle
Got the rain made in factories with batteries to strike the lightning, thunder made in speakers lodged under bikes
typing me and i and they again, repeated like a prayer to send nowhere but the barren ends
to mean an average there depends on nabbing hares as fast as rabbits, when we're slow as tortoises living out our retirements in madness
Hook:
These signs for the blind in the mind of the sighted, some call it shining and others try to fight it
These signs for the blind in the mind of the sighted, some call it shining and others are undecided
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