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picture still clear, vision just distorted
I've been working, moving weight like I'm not failing on my organs, y mi madre, and my classes
Team thicker than

of discussion 
Got to make it by 20 something 
More than an assumption 
Coming straight from the dungeon 
Taking organs killing rappers like abortion 
Life

aghast at the darkness from an eclipse
Place of the skull
Wood is torn apart by time, and I know that I'm gonna slip

Basilica
Curious infatuation with

skewed by what you knew you thought and what you thought you knew
Don't get thoughts confused with the facts
Can't make your organs fuse with the raps

Baffling connection of different events
Blamed by an uncertain vicissitude
Prepared assimilation is apparent
Listen to these steps and look back

to make it by 20 something 
More than an assumption 
Coming straight from the dungeon 
Taking organs killing rappers like abortion 
Life of chocolates are

world

Now flee you cowards
Your souls will belong to me
Bodies sucked dry of organs that remains
All hail the cursed stone
I watch the shells of humanity

Bitch, you're deadfully gorgeous
So I ate all of your organs
It was me at the morgue when
They brought your body in
Was so sad as I unzipped the bag
Ripped

a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling 
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie

O praise ye the Lord! Praise him in the height
Rejoice in his word, ye angels of light
Ye heavens adore him by whom ye were made
And worship before

A sound of an organ is rising 
from the deepest well of the day 
And you stare at your feet in the darkness 
As if you knew they had something to say

The cancer of the earth
Now turned into cure, shriveled stump

corpse was dissolved
in the river of blood
fragments of skull
in organs were found
sank week ago

At last at shore
Greeted by a cloaked beast
With sharp fangs and a broom between it's fingertips
It introduces itself, as the Grimalkin
Gives him

lost their ways in,

Round the fire of solitude, which has entranced too many sickly clans,

They gamble with their organs swapping hearts for broken

Through your highest wave
Against pain I inflicted
Many cries and many broken dreams
Followed by helpless and hopeless screams
In every tainted and dark day

Secrets

John Cale

Last Day on Earth

1994

to cry.
(dirty little secrets)
You see the last pioneer is waving his flag, framing the organ bone by bone, burning in sections, Twisting his flag

fairweather friends
Come around when its sunny, and it'll be a Bronx Tale
Have your organs on the black market in Yonkers on sale
Go to Riverdale just

on my fifth time
And it's all by design, like organized crime
Mix and match your organs, tryna fuck with
mine
Bitch, my hustle on double time as I recline

school where the runners ran right by school
And the janitor and teacher
Threw that trash upon our table
It was fabled that the Jiggling man
Would take

say what I feel like
My skin is crawling
My bloods boiling
And when I catch you by surprise
I'll play predator
Behind the closet door
Won't see light

Through my guts
Rip my organs
Part by part
Cook my liver
Devour it whole
Maybe then I'll make a difference

O'er the heath, where hurcheouns sleep 
all cradled by the solum, O,
the westly winds arise and pen
a tune both bright and solemn, O
The pipe & drum

vocals, acoustic guitar
Brian Keane  Acoustic and electric guitars, piano, organ
Dave Anderson  Bass
Shawn Pelton  Drums, tambourine, shakers
Dennis

who don't agree, put em on their knees
You ain't lit to me,boy You're the mini Me you Know I'm quick to destroy
I'm a deity easily irritated by