| This is the end of another lifetime
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| Another life fettled on another last night
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| One in one out
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| Life in the mosh pit, crowd of a cot death town where we rot alive
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| Languishing horrified
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| Language a means to escape what is fossilised deep in the porridge pile
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| Oats that we guzzle might cope with the struggle light strobes in the tunnel
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| five notes leave you canonised
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| This is the winter of discontent ten fold
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| Discotheques riddled with rancid flesh, fresh mould dribbles from penned
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| letters then ripples of endeavour time trickles this head serum
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| Episodes where the pen glows
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| Pandemic cancers
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| Land where the man sews limbs to the land’s own trenches and man holes
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| Petri dish specimens speckle as amphetamines settle on tongues testing the
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| limits of white lab coats
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| I embrace all the waves in this great tropic
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| Stained sonnets grave hopping caged in my hate pockets
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| Earthquake wastewater
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| Handshakes tectonic plates shapes clash in these mazes of pain promise
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| Acres of flames orange haze on these great lakes
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| Silhouettes rain on the great plains
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| Fake solace
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| Take aim shoot feign knowledge
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| Slave to the grey onyx rain droplets
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| Swig nerve and brain tonic
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| I’ll stay with this good ship sinking
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| Silently pass in the night like darkness to light marks marvellous sparks in a
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| passing of time tunnel TARDIS delights got me thinking in
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| Frames-per-second like laser quest levels
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| Devil steam smoke settles on the corners of life withered lynchpins
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| Life in this light covered lab rat existence man it’s symptomatic of the
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| sickness
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| Restricted by purpose, a sickness that creeps from the circus and grips to the
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| surface
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| Deeper than verses, deeper than hermits, deeper than urchins, deep in the
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| furnace
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| So go deeper, get deeper, dig deeper, think deeper, get deeper, go deeper,
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| think deeper, get deeper, go deeper, get deeper, dig deeper, burrow deeper,
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| think deeper, go deeper, dig deeper, burrow deeper
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| This is the end of another lifetime
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| Another shallow grave another landfill site
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| It was only twenty years since the moment that this breh came kicking and
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| screaming into another fam’s life, and on this day another fam cries
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| Mud is getting scattered on a casket tonight
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| Vultures scale Scalextric circuits in the sky where Rigamortis episodes are
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| never televised
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| Missing
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| Like ghosts in the machine
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| Cogs spinning
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| An apparition hoax that this dreams worth living, it isn’t
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| Deeper into deep drug binges
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| Swimming over the surface of this scenes greased linen
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| Skimming
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| Stones over lakes of fire gone fishing
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| Singing
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| Requiems for these peeps gone missing
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| Pissing it away till your life fades quicker than the nightshade grips the
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| shitty town that we live in
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| Until we’re back at the beginning
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| Life as a product of the battles that we’ve been in
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| Knee deep swimming in these muddy sewer suicides
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| Flashlights flicker on the crime scenes of villains
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| Chastised annals, anabolic slashed mass guise, gravel anatomic stacks,
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| that’s life live it
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| Racked lines, mirror image tapped like inner city landlines landslides back to
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| the city limits
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| Back to the high rise mouse trap scraps that we try pillages pounce write
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| writings to pen pals
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| Paper cuts ink spillages rowdy counting a countdown to counter resistance so
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| pipe down
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| Clowning around, drowning the sound out of a pounding that caves in your faces
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| and cheek bones
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| Doused in the sound of a riotous crowd unassailable town fold swell in the
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| streets now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wastewater, artist - Ed Scissor. Album song Better.Luck.Next.Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп