| It was a real butcher job how they opened up my flesh
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| And removed anything that moved in my chest
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| At best the surgery was just an educated guess
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| Segregated text documented regulated mess
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| Classroom watched as they peeled back my stab wounds
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| Under Fire light, Spanish moss and a black moon
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| A half-hearted-healer sold me patience for a penny
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| I was not in the right state to be in this city
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| Whoever wrote the chapter on the digital disaster
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| Must’ve smoked up something deadly from the dark side of the pasture
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| Its captured its cornered don’t feed it or face it forward
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| Just keep promising tomorrow while today is last weeks order
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| Feel the fakeness slide through you like drive-thru food do you
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| Yeah I watched it choke, man, I watched it croak what’s it to you?
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| Speak up! |
| My ear’s peaked;
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| What you got to fear these
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| Days are full of gear grease peddlers and low end theories
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| Rock, rock on to rock bottomless
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| Gangrene metropolis, Mainstream anonymous
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| Rock, rock on to rock bottomless
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| Empty out your pockets quick and tell me what the problem is
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| Rock, rock on to rock bottomless
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| Just cuz they talk that shit don’t mean you have to swallow it
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| Extra, extra, the headline will cost you extra
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| Truth costs even more cheddar; |
| arm, leg, et cetera, et cetera
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| Next up the rest of the festival of freaks
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| Hear Capitol Hill confessions from a vegetable that speaks
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| Trade your still-beating heart for a pill-eating mule
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| Than thank the academy for forty acres and a pool
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| Rise above, look out below when its time to flood
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| Don’t try to hide the cuts now that the stars are lining up
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| Boy these times are rough! |
| Got rich men singing the blues
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| In front of sold out stadium concerts full of the billionaires they blew
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| Who knew that the day you agreed to eat a quarter-
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| It’d rattle like a BB in a tin can and your eyes would roll back out of order
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| Stagger; |
| fall back; |
| fade to black in the corner
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| The day you sell the former the darkness will be waiting for ya
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| California breathes gold dust as she slips into unconsciousness
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| Exhaling fallen idols faster than she finds a god to kiss
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| Rock, rock on to rock bottomless
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| Gangrene metropolis, Mainstream anonymous
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| Rock, rock on to rock bottomless
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| Empty out your pockets quick and tell me what the problem is
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| Rock, rock on to rock bottomless
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| Just cuz they talk that shit don’t mean you have to swallow it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock Bottomless , by - Kill the Vultures. Song from the album Ecce Beast, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп