Lyrics:
better by asking for assistance
No antidepressants
But this ain't a present Like Christmas, yeah I missed this
Uh, yeah
Venting my feelings into my song
formulates a collective of Socrates
To entice and influence shepherd
From the flock of wandering souls
The more souls the gatekeeper gathered
The more
angles with the views of an angel
Hella lowkey no Thor, I'm enabled
Stunning with my durag on
By the ocean
Let it flap in the wind
Fly in slow motion
Got
The track of dancing lights shown boldly and without reservation
It was programmed by the technician, who fought to keep his job
Amidst the pressures
to come, ask what we can do for them
To ensure conditions optimum, innovate new systems
Guided by greater vision, think mindfulness meditation
Instituted in
grass wipes
Induced recession through interest rate hikes
Billy Brag with the club getting cracked by nightsticks
We in drag with the slugs at your back
Telluric echoes responded to the simian call
As beyond the apex was waiting the hardest fall
Bones bleached by the rising sun through toxic haze,
personify mankind's collective sulk
As a result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk
Face it, die, place it on the shelf next to the portrait
They're spending millions for your thrill
Collective desperate overkill
Wrapped up in harmless words that grin
Forbidden games you'll never win
of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton
I know all of my exits
I'm always planning my escape
It's the most aggressive symptom
Of this collective phantom pain
And the more that you
This ain't ya typical story
The fore I don't fall in the category
I'm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast,
world seeps in quicker than it used to
It all tends to catch up every once in a while
A collective theory of invisible destruction
Searching inward
the culmination of a convulsive, collective effort.
Citizens of countries locked in a Cold War met in the cold of space and shook hands. The International Space
politics
Sex or barbarity, measure your prosperity by
Your proximity to true love, true
Friends, by your ability to live
In personal and collective truth
If
camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (Coooool)
Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk
and cliffs and slopes
The magnitude of the devastation untold
The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road
[Inspectah Deck]
Insane flower, vein
The lost retain control
Collective reason by riot
The oppressor cannot deny it
Technology burns
When the Luddite returns
of the humankind, but only in spirit, and it would always represent purity, fidelity and divinity to them, preserved by a collective resonance in the human
necrotic disease
Money is god & praised by all
Mankind must fall
A dependent generation of opinionated media-whores
Wretched celebrity fucks they all adore
Live by night burn that midnight oil
Something to believe in
Based on a collective feeling
Get me through the down time
Stop for gas and fill it up
a command malfunction
An instinct that drives me to break the link
Overwhelmed! Taken by a surge of energy!
Disconnected, I regress to a primitive state
tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Got these little obstacles, these
systems failed
And they escaped
Memories of freedom in the recesses of their collective minds
Driven by rage they break their bonds and seize their chance
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