| Sky is my roof, grass high as bamboo
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| Soon as I arrived, knew I shoulda never came through
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| Side-eye when they claim plans foolproof
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| So no real surprise when easy as one-two
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| Turn to «Oh no dude, fuck is we gon' do?»
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| Deep Woods OFF!, Ted Kaczynski
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| White man map, the space empty
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| Here there be monsters, dark forests wander
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| Glaciers of ice conjure black ganja that don’t burn
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| Malice and spite squandered, the dead don’t learn
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| Harpy claw like bone saw, Self-Murderers flout divine law
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| That great escape, Tree of Knowledge
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| Bagged by the eighth, it only took one snake
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| Rope around my neck and kick the ladder out
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| Hid from his eye, cheered when they tumbled out the sky
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| Humbled and chastised, all lies crumble
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| A thousand eyes in the jungle, lifetime of pies and bundles
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| Death marching, one in the back of the head when you stumble
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| As I lay moldering, head stove-in
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| L still smolderin', eyes red-rimmed
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| Calf had the golden skin
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| A cold wind, twist and spin from old limb
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| Thick skinned, wide cadaver grin, no new friends
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| What says the priest?
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| The priest does not say
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| The priest does not say. |
| Nihil dicit
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| I’ll not secondsay you in your notions. |
| Don’t ask it
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| Ah, priest. |
| What could I ask of you that you’ve not already given? |