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Mission Control, this is Captain Quentin Thomas of the Aquarius III 
Requesting permission to dock
Yeah, Mission Control here, mediation

nil
Human life, a mere unit for the kill

Gluttons of oppression appetite for souls
Gluttons of oppression they're in control

How meaningful they are

the red lights, losing your control
Dead soldier collection on the floor
Your girlfriends try to comfort you, but you're too deep in the hole
I don't think

Now my world's a cute collection
Of fissures and fault lines
My fault lies between where we
Started and where I came in
But it probably didn't matter

just the way they control ye,
The system of money, the system of gold,
Destroying mother nature around ye,
Looking for richness to buy some more clothes

I don't wanna say it's your fault
But it's the path you chose to walk
Shouldn't have kept close to the dark
To anybody listening, here's food for

Mr. Potato Head

Game

Ghost Unit

2005

made
Ain't that a bitch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my

And I asked them one single question
Who's fault is this?
One of my SEALs raised his hand
And he said it was my fault
I didn't keep control of the
Iraqi

to Shaq-sized 2Ks
We tryna act live, catalyze a hundred connections
Runnin' our sections, plug search protections

Normans gun collections, these tongues we

Brando
Coming to conclusions
Under the influence
Niggas say they solid
So dass why I'm moving fluid
Storming stay brewing
Adding to the units
Show

coming in hundreds
Pinnacle of all the Malignants
And it's in part the fault of the people
Man they tryna find in normals the symptoms and The truly sick

stayed in my pocket
But really thinking bout it it's my own fault for
Tryna have beliefs in everybody being honest
I'll pay you Monday, maybe Friday,

that's always
Feasting on my soul
Total fan of soft rock and
She's completely lost control
She's pale, got pigtails and two eyes so wide
Homicide's on her

baby mama spiraling outta control
Along wit baby daddies tryna kill you bout some pussy pussy she the one that had me 
Ain’t my fault if I was on a shelf

couldn't handle everything no one should
And I, ain't, mad at ya
It's all that I know, it's out of control
Why would I cover my scars let em show
Maybe

won’t let the drive to madness. They don’t have to take control and ruin all my new found chances, but I won’t be so naive, and act like I do have no

disconnect, yeah, that's mostly my fault
It's my fault, yeah, uh
Please forgive my flaws
Overcompensatin' with compensation I've lost
Love can't be bought