| Good morning my sweet vision of morbid disorder
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| And Good evening wonderful riddance and such
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| Maybe today I’ll touch the burgundy halo
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| Trimming the tunnels and of in with tenants
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| Spangled cross a more tangible premise
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| it needs splinters all up in day-tripper visuals
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| Take it easy man, fuck it I’ll take it any way I can
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| My palms are generous
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| When I witness fury scurry past my window
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| Model city in a bottle plugged hostile
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| Its bliss kissin pollutin
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| And a billion suckers pucker in a bind
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| Maybe the sunken ship is the treasure
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| No, but they insist it man
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| I try to Spin me dizzy spongin
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| Up to giving dungeons functions
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| As opposed to art historians absorbed inside assumptions
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| Everybody pop your knuckles when the style divorces vertical
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| Marveling at the spite with which it curdled
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| Outside my tenement grows a little warmth
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| From out the mugs of masons wasted
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| Laying bricks for days to later find they owned the lot adjacent
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| Mark the blasphemy elements of elogance and savagery
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| Murder the gossip, fuck it run off happily
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| The broken spoke cyclers chokin open doctors they as born fetus
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| In a matchbox conveniently padlocked to the hammer base
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| Now these impurities embedded in five illiterates textiles
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| Shedded in the hell tale to motivate blind suspended leverage
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| Now i’m drowning in a pool of why are you here
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| Sabotage with my beats the burden pertainance of if I die this year
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| My name is Dryspell
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| My name is pillar
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| My name’s allegiance
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| My name is flagrant
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| My name’s a thousand steps from patience
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| But I’m sick and tired of waiting
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| My name’s Polaris
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| My name is canvas
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| My name is lowlife
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| My name’s intention
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| My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension
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| My name is carnival
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| My name is posture
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| My name is polarized
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| My name is evidence
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| My name is delicate approach from symettricating my fellowship
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| My name’s Possessive
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| My name is cordial
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| My name is Igloo
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| My name is captivate
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| My name is contaminate the rich
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| And clock the profits for the captain’s sake
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| Let us hope that the horrors of evil
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| No longer loiter on the doorstep of your past
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| Circle of sandbags drag the shield a meal the meaty hand grabs
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| I’m splitting hopes at your local Acropolis
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| Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for them born with a ??
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| Sunk to rest while they’ve exhausted the art of drunken address
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| Exhibit fracture lines that converge towards where the hackers whine
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| Where trappers slack the traps
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| Unlatch the catch then cover up his trackers line
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| That will make his majesty furious
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| Oh bury his head and how could I have been so dense
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| If only, yeah but I’m lonely
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| My days graze normalcy then morbidly crash
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| My years breathe honesty then sardonically laugh
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| Alas, I dig my toes in to the sand and spit foliage out my lips Personifying
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| mankind’s end all aspirations
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| Hope floats…
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| No, hope sinks like broken boats and most harassed before provoked
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| I’m tossing darts at a map of the arts to pick up where you choked
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| And when the last leaf falls off the branches of resonance
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| I’ll be waiting with my butterfly net to collect the evidence
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| Well I am a room with poison oak scaling the sides
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| Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty pipes
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| If you can squeeze between the bars
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| Enjoy my space employ my waste
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| In case the hand dealt by a stolen grace
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| Do you ever wish the circle wasn’t square
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| So when landsharks start circling the borders
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| You could just cut them off at the corners
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| There’s a ghost in the basket of values
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| Pertinent to, which cayak pilot succeeded in serving him proof
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| Now I’m surfin it through
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| So if you need me spread your wings to spell my name
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| Above the mess near the other funny requests
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| See bow to tolerant mannerisms of higher to win
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| To assist in a meticulous pick a part of cobweb skins
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| Of innocence
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| A child of timid instinct with that ten step ahead premise
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| Supply dust bowls before the zephyr was requested
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| Violent humble shoes ten shades of blues come off the difference
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| I grimace, took me one hours blink to conclude that sickly innocence
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| My name is Dryspell
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| My name is pillar
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| My name’s allegiance
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| My name is flagrant
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| My name’s a thousand steps from patience
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| But i’m sick and tired of waitin
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| My name’s Polaris
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| My name is canvas
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| My name is lowlife
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| My name’s intention
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| My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension
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| My name is carnival
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| My name is posture
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| My name is polarized
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| My name is evidence
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| My name is delicate approach from symettricating my fellowship
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| My name’s Possessive
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| My name is cordial
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| My name is Igloo
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| My name is captivate
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| My name is contaminate the rich
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| And clock the profits for the captain’s sake
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| My name is vagabond
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| My name is angel
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| My name is century
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| My name is hunter
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| My name is sunburst
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| My name is wildfire
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| My name is scrutinize
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| My name is basic
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| My name is consequence
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| My name is cigarettes
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| My name is cynical
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| My name is tolerance
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| My name is hallucinogen
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| My name is waterfall
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| My name is runaway
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| My name is alarm clock
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| My name is… |