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Yeah
Coming from these disunited ruinous states of America
From the people
A fuck you
It's time to sound the sirens
It's time to fight the violence

a lil baby that she gotta pay me, I’m really out toting a pound around
Exotic I do not do basic my ma say I gotta come up with a different sound


I

Things end up making sense
When you take the time to rest
Feel that pain up in your chest
Got me feeling like I'm spent
Had me feeling worthless
Just

clockwork
It's like clockwork
Well there so much to see
But it’s so hard to leave
There’s a light shining down
We’re hypnotized by the sounds
I use my soul

Cos they never got scripted
But answer this question
Who was there by your side when your fam got evicted?
I gave you my time
Believe me if fake was

Please don't ask me
La la la la
I can't hear you
How do you
I'm okay, I'm just fine
Why is time passing me by
Oh oh
You lost your common sense for a buck

Cool?
I would melt your soul into a costume
That I could wear to scare you

It's like sounds to a blind man
Light to the deaf the sense of touch to you

I ain't gotta flip no scales
I kept it right
Oh the love just went stale 
Oh well that's life 
We'll get through this together
I'm by your side 
You

of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions

Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's

basket
Task-lifted Darkness had risen
Night was in vision of sight more than a sense a feeling of light
Envision stars fall from the horizon
Supplied by

What Cool Breezes Do

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

Leaves fumble fallin' down; wind blowin' 'round
Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
Mecca, the Ladybug, changin' like seasons
Moves I be seein',

Harassing the poor for not paying up their taxes
And by speaking up I risk turning into past tense
I know am a nobody, so what I say is nonsense
But Mr.

got no fear
Got a sixth sense I see clear
On my face geometric shapes (On my face)
No eyes burned em in the flames (No eyes)
I can't wait fuck a paper

We were born from hope of burnin' hearts, house of love that sparks
We were raised by pulse of the sound, ohh it was so loud
When we met, we met our

to start to alter things 
Nutrition can be a bitch working shifts in the kitchen 
Dishing out different dishes bewitched by the shit you're missing 
I stare

community
Montreal Asian odyssey
Metro station GC
Right by the JMSB
I feel it now affecting me
Growing attached sentimentally
I know the sights and the sounds

If she could only remember
The summer heat
Maybe deathbeds wouldn't chill her bones
Time to surrender the memory
Of a life that's passed us by
Open

Bottling, so I can’t feel
No one knows, but honestly I’d rather be dead
With these visions, always rotting my head
Coming to my senses, seeing all these fake

sound of this bruised mermaid singing Cassiopeia in a low tune
Functional sentences, damaged propaganda, shouted slogans echoing in THE VOID
The lightness

nothings making sense 
So I can sit and wonder
ct it all

Chaos never looked so pretty
In fact it looks just like you
c collage of the sounds surround me

Lured in by the sound of words in reverie 
a conceptual love yet to be seen
and when those words fall short of common empathy 
reassure me, you are

creatures are filled with suspense
From their perspective we do not make sense
We are the ones
(who do not make sense)

Take a step back and look at it all

hits
Cant control my demons
They control my feelings
Make it sound appealing
What ever cards your dealing with
With your iddy biddy little sense of dread