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The outputs I assumed and
Now I'm feeling consumed in my head
Layin' all alone in my bed but
I know it's only my fault
Shoulda never lowered my walls
Now I'm

Spectrum of death - unstable isotope
Spectrum of death - downwind war

Activate generators, in 3, 2, 1
Insert graphite moderators, into the active zone

On the frontline yo that's where my flows located
No note and paper from the soul yo no moderator
Everlasting willpower without a generator
Link up with legends

Paradox

Threshold

Wounded Land

1993

He makes big generators chewing up the atmosphere
He learns the secrets of nature then destroys her without fear

See him burning the fruits

said you'll never make it and wasn't posed to survive 

My pains, my flaws
My hurts, my faults
Took'em all and I turned them into Gold
Something like Rap

nothing
It was the last time I really felt something

We went through the motions
At the time

Put your input to my output
Feel the electricity flow
Over

in this rut
Lack of balance, drive, obsession
Passion, purpose - was abrupt 

Dry and arid, closed and empty
Output came to screeching halt
Selling out

Rather than receive a better output
Yeah
Your battle of truth is just a fatal and gruesome way to you refuse me
You would me hold down knowing I’d circle

Hard time

Preparation complete

I want every piece of my Pontiac
So digital
At dinner I was on one
Cereal of labor
In the output
Putting up with

can't change my output, I need a new outlet
Can't change my values based on a new outfit
I think I outgrew beliefs I came out with
Bitter but I know it's

time, I know it's my game, 100, if I try but it's my fault
So I just try to put the blame on someone so I don't seem weak
Like the days I ponder my ways

at fault
And don't get salty 'cause of me you can do anything you please
You think you're wronged but you're just wrong,  pull your fucking socks up if you'd

senses fault (when) somethings ripped apart but paid on time Put the paint on
Output the photo
to bring the race to the stars
Space station awaits a call

money for me to change

It’s a damn shame 

Verse

My mom said to study something proper 
But some meme generators make more than doctors
I’m sick in

Feed the flames no need to extinguish                                        
They kill themselves no need to distinguish 
What is your fault cause

explodes and they close the roads
I'll know it's not my fault
I bought a generator and a barrel of gasoline
Some guns and ammunition just in case they make

Fixed up my faults Mai Thais and pictures with broads
Stuck in New York where they scam do fraud; and roaches do crawl
We used to hoop y'all My cousin

hating

Am done preaching bout the snakes n the fake ones
They tried to dim my light I go buy generator
Smooth criminals we robbing banks without guns
Star

own pervert will
Only in death shall he finally admit his fault

Waiting for peaceful fear
Rejecting all researches and wishes
Gifted by the instant

own faults
Stop while you can see them
Or your soul will be lost
And you got to check on your generator
You need more strength and power
You can't do

a generator
Don't know what I'm energizing
But I guess i figure that out later
Or could you tell me?
No! Cuz you don't know jack (shit)
Now get your stuff

in an elevator
Shit got me hell of a faded, smoking on that generator
Write to the sound of my infinite and ever-raising tendencies of entertaining

everywhere
Not your fault, but the asphalts' getting too hot 
Have you forgot how to care?

Rounding up the numbers, radiating hard, radiating fingers