| The truth is your thought and not what you said
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| Cause language is prison for whats in your head
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| The thought is a mountain of matter
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| The word is a shred of whats in your head I said
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| The truth isnt guilty or innocence pled
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| Language is prison for whats in your head
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| The thoughts and the feelings are living the symbols are dead
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| The symbols are simple
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| Hear me hear me hear me clearly
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| Disappear you cheery weird things
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| Silly god-fearing eery dreary golemns
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| Bout to strip the gears from your steering column
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| Periodically empty feedbags
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| Feather dust the brain must defrag
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| Kill the cheap ass hiss on your tape recorders
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| Can’t fight transitions with tanks and mortars
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| Or troop formations with ranks and orders
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| No borders landlocked peninsula
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| This is not for your grandfathers band of brothers
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| New land discovered, maps not the territrory
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| Cause everything said is a fairy tale
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| A story told from someone’s glory hole
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| Boring old facts with injected flavor
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| All the good metdata’s reflected later
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| The truth is your thought and not what you said
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| Cause language is prison for whats in your head
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| The thought is a mountain of matter
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| The word is a shred of whats in your head I said
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| The truth isnt guilty or innocence pled
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| Language is prison for whats in your head
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| The thoughts and the feelings are living the symbols are dead
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| The symbols are simple
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| Cyrano de bergerac to observe the facts
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| Cause our everyday words are flat
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| As the earth in a dark aged almanac
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| Dissolve the facts in passion
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| Exaggerated actions
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| Massive men and yellow-eyed dragons
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| No bad skin and idiosyncrasies
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| I hear the sound is the video synced?
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| Repeat the phrase again it should be the same right
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| The night’s allure obscured by the daylight
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| Aim right into the dark for missed marks
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| It starts as a word and turns into a spark that’s absurd
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| It merges with all of the urges within
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| That lurk in your skin
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| Reversing the purpose again
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| And then its a circus experience worthless
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| Until its a verse that a serious serpent can spin
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| When you’re all alone you are an animal
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| The words i’m saying now mean nothing more than
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| Meow to an animal
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| When you’re all alone you are the cat you are the phone
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| You are an animal
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| The words im saying now mean nothing more than
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| Meow to an animal
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| We live in a thousand dimensions
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| How is it condensed in the tension of time
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| How do the characters written on a line
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| Help you get an image of the vision in my mind
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| How is it combined
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| Designed
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| Alligned
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| When it is confined
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| Like a human limited divine
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| We can only see three sides
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| The reverse side bottom and the top side hide
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| Just out of view
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| Beyond our six senses but true
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| The devil’s in the details
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| God’s in the clue
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| Amused
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| Removed
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| We choose
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| To focus on hues that are broken and bruised
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| Cause we are open to choose
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| An alternate frequency
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| The truth is your thought and not what you said
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| Cause language is prison for whats in your head
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| The thought is a mountain of matter
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| The word is a shred of whats in your head I said
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| The truth isnt guilty or innocence pled
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| Language is prison for whats in your head
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| The thoughts and the feelings are living the symbols are dead
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| The symbols are simple
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| When you’re all alone you are the cat you are the phone
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| You are an animal
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| The words im saying now mean nothing more than
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| Meow to an animal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4NML (Korzybski's Lament) , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album 4nml Hsptl, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп