| This is the sound of what you don’t know killing you
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| This is the sound of what you don’t need still true
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| This is the sound of what you don’t want still in you
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| When a live wire lights little metal rail
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| Right when a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight
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| Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night before the paper’s
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| delivered
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| I sat on the corner and sparked a light
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| The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first
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| At almost 5 o’clock watching for sun spots or store clerks
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| A lone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot
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| As if the grid had been reset and couldn’t catch to the clock
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| Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half minute and I sat in it
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| With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste; |
| half minted
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| And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush
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| At a wondershowzen flow with the droids of destructo luck
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| Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed the maroonist coloring
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| Layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived
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| And here I was directly under it
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| Like some dejected little grey they told to stay and wait for the mothership
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| A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison
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| With a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits
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| And fucked it’s way into my grey matter, the tattered territory
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| Stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me
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| And I tried to hold the thing back but the meditation was otherly
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| Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling
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| «Metropoloid void so damn smothering»
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| But we were children of poisenville and saw the seduction less repugnant
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| And reserved the right as the triggerman with the back up plan of self
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| destruction
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| And I touched the type of chemicals that could pull me towards that function
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| It’s the stuff I find hard for discussion
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| How the fuck do you explain your own self destruction and still remain trusted?
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| To answer the question, yes — the city wants you gone
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| And thats the only thing connecting us, but the connection is so strong
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| So how dare you assume that I’ll sleep when you’re dead
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| This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior
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| I will not give you the go ahead and you will not be remembered fondly
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| I’m throwing down the gauntlet, fuck you this isn’t your decision
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| And for all the holy fuck I give, your little spectacle is ended
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| But don’t think for just one second you’ve honored your obligations to me
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| I’m serious look in my eyes, I don’t find this funny
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| Or whatever you imagine poetry and justice feels like when you combine them
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| I am not going to allow this on my watch buddy, nobodies impressed
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| With your imagined sacrifice device or insurmountable regret
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| You are not uniquely pained and if you go we won’t be sorry
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| And who the hell are you to put me through the banality of watching this
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| Cause many better men have gone for clearly better reasons and I
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| Starkly must remind you that you have not even been trying
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| And that’s the only thing remarkable about you, stop me if I’m lying
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| We are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad
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| There’s no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
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| In this town if you make a sound you’re the leper with the most fingers
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| The League of Extraordinary Nobodies, the other teams bringing in ringers
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| No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones
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| Sally pulled a pistol out, billy got a blunderbuss
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| So what the fuck are you feeling that makes your struggle so wondrous?
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| Enough to arrogantly pull what’s left of the rug out from under us?
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| I think not, you’re in the same barrel all us other crabs are caught
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| And if I have to live, you have to live; |
| whether you like this shit or not
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| Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of the desperate friends
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| forced to watch
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| (Never again)
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| And to my good friends who refused to allow it to happen to me
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| (Never again)
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| You know who you are, you know what I’m talking about
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| (Never again)
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| Believe me, man
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| I promise
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| (Never never never gonna get that way again) |