| Sparkling diplomat ‘ Fantastical fuck you
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| Passive attack, tactical glove slap for the gun duel
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| Frantic fool flips static channels for facts that he can handle
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| Like love taps to the chin, it’s understandable
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| Back when he was trafficking in Africans
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| Guilt crept into his abdomen and grew
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| He named it Lucifer
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| Velvet fist shatters his glass mandible
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| With one elegant thrust, a fancy uniform, and a tuning fork
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| In his neighborhood explosions in the sky
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| Only happen in July instead of every single day
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| He keeps repeating his allegiance to the sequence
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| Even after all the colors fade back to smoky gray
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| They don’t hide it ‘ They put it right in his face
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| They don’t hide it ‘ They put it right in his face
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| They don’t hide it ‘ They put it right in his face until he likes it
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| Control is a helluva drug
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| Nobody does it better than us
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| Chatter in the dust ‘ Malignant patterns re-imagined as trust
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| Ignorance ‘ Too much information
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| Freedom under influence ‘ God over a blissful nation
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| Modern convenient come anemic, there’s no secret
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| We’re leeching the ecosystem, addicted to cheap excess
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| I’m not a misanthrope, some people just don’t listen close
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| Definition sickness, shit’ll slit your throat
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| Comb the coastline, with no sign of the ocean
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| Tide’s coming, hit your pose swimmer ‘ Hold it
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| Only the chosen got enough rope to dip their toes in
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| Castaways bake in the sun, chained to their own sweat
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| Exchange platitude ‘ Pray for the flood
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| Fake gratitude ‘ Same as it was
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| Save some shame for the next generation
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| All bite and no bark ‘ Nothing more sacred than our taste for blood
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| In our neighborhood explosions in the sky
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| Only happen in July instead of every single day
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| And I remain forever debted to the favor
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| So unless I’m singing praise there’s not a thing that I can say
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| They don’t hide it ‘ They put it right in my face
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| They don’t hide it ‘ They put it right in my face
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| They don’t hide it ‘ They put it right in my face until I like it
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| Control is a helluva drug |