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Oh no, I'm on the road again
My feeling's gonna keep me on my toes again
I'm sitting by the phone I'm tryna ring again, my heart
(Sitting by

anymore dude, you're 20
Hey, don't you got some lambs to sacrifice or something, man? 
What's your fucking problem?
My problem is you don't shut up about

By you
I'm shaped by you
In liquid glass
Mirage
Of other planes
To the other side
Loneliness is a tourniquet
Feel the pressure upon
Your skin, your

Silent Prayer

David Wilcox

Turning Point

1997

I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain
That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then
It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight

I Was Zero

Sage Francis

Li(f)e

2010

entertaining.
I'm debating, the value of a caste system.
I'm cash backed for wars and wars funded by my tax income.
I find my part of the problem in part

styles immaculated beautifully.
Rudely awoke.
Sing rumble blue conglomerates sucking up lung while
brushing parasitic critics to my left side.
I test glide

it's simple, but it's a mess
I have no fucking foundation to rest against
Tested by my own negligence
It's so disingenuous of me to think
I could get

earned the shit
I'm bleedin on these beats like someone please find me a tourniquet
Cuz since I need to see my dreams complete I lurk and sit
Eat up beats

Just in case you like my music and wanna know what I'm workin wit
That murder-murder shit, nurse quick, we need a tourniquet
We need an old priest

The scrutiny that abides
By the soliloquy of american spirit and the tourniquet of faith.

How has the direction taken by those
Who we nullify by

grab it by the neck and murder it
I get to moving I'm just learning what my purpose is
The bourbon spins the brain around but Alice says that ain't

for the best
I pray for forgiveness for the harm that I've done
& give the tourniquet one more final turn
Am I real?
What's this feeling in my heart?

makeshift tourniquet, It's pressure holding up my body
Never was, never there, never see
Crystal harp in a church, placing me under a curse
I wish that I was

that bleed
That's more than you've got
Soon enough it seems

The tourniquet
Placed around your neck
By my associates
Was once golden and earned
It was

Shocked by tourniquets of music and elevators
Not shocked to learn that
Beethoven was a drunkard
The angular daydream huddles against the
Fence like an old

all we know how to do is count by the dozen, all these bitches callin' on
My motherfuckin' phone, they blowin' on my dick like a fuckin' trombone, Handy

Work Song

Nellie McKay

Get Away from Me

2004

to pass
On the way to my job on the way to my work
On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
Who's my boss today
Who's my boss to stay
Who's my

to the earth
By this crimson thread
This poison in a drip
Death by a religious dread
It's not my fault any more
It's not my fault any more
It's not my fault any

demise?
An addict to my own torment
Feed on the disconnect
Desensitized by substance
A faded sense of moral compass
So cut me open
Because I've already lost

minds
Tourniquet my severed soul
Bandaging my tattered eyes
Clouded by the callous lies
I'm holding onto nothing
Losing the only dream not broken
Grasping

Battle Hymn

Planetary

God of the Serengeti

2012

I travel underground like the Goonies with a bag full of uzis
Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies
My banger's on the waist, I never

leaking, stay with a tourniquet
This wheel's always turning quick
I am a willpower journalist
It's my walk, it's my talk
How I look down the block
I won't

soaked in the blood of my likeness
To a ghost in the alleyway watching my childhood die

I fell in love with a tourniquet girl in the city
I found a rosary

of a doctor or a nurse
But I'm sure that a hearse
Be the only thing that'll pick em up
We don't load em up now then he's fucked
Outta my mind attacked by a fat