| My style is gory like an Edgar Allan story
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| Monkey’s paw, allegory, fucking raw, category
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| Edward Gorey, sorted sorta morbid, chloroform for 'em
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| Fuck their foreign forums, I’ll deform 'em with some four-inch forceps
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| There’s no distortions, take misfortunes and record 'em
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| A borderline personality, plus poor decorum
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| Pour the poor me, more aurora borealises
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| I’m forming calluses from holding grudges more than normal
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| Got a smorgasbord, supportive followers and won’t ignore 'em
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| Portland, Oregon, all the way to Portland, Maine, for the boredom
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| I’m going Foreman forming coarsest choruses
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| Agoraphobic portions, lived behind my ribs, absorbed and dormant
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| Fortified a fortress I have lived in since the storm arrived
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| Left 'em mortified from horror I’ve reported, boarded up
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| The windows and their doors are shut to keep out the vandals
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| A four-cornered room and I’m staring at candles
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| A reflection I don’t recognize, set with deader eyes
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| Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide
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| Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of mine to gelatin
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| Resembling the dead alive, I identify with my enemies
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| I don’t like me either, I can empathize
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| Never mind the effort I have severed to my lesser side
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| Weathered all the weather, let the temper rise
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| Even in the misery, I don’t want the company
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| I’m cuddling with ghosts that I know will accompany
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| Me to the grave, I made with a spade
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| Take me away, shutter-speed suddenly
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| Utterly infatuated with the patterns splattered on my atoms
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| Past or present lacks a presence when you just don’t give a, fuck you
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| Martyr or a carnivore, art of war, Sun-Tzu, Sun-Tzu
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| Someone come undo these hum-drum views I sing and hum drums to
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| My tongue gon' spew some blood unto these dumbfucks who gon' run amok
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| So run those jewels, I’m numb and dumb to the gumshoe ones who
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| Wonder what I been up to, what’s the matter, is that body bag too baggy, boy?
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| So minimalissimo
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| At least three Gs of the Indica leaf to blow
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| In the pit of my seedy skull
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| Untreatable when the sinister creature roams
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| To each his own, since when do you eat your own?
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| They called me precious, and said I’m a piece of gold
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| I said they’re fools, they don’t listen to reason though
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| This blue sunshine hidden between my bones
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| A reflection I don’t recognize, set with deader eyes
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| Looking petrified, breath is like a pesticide
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| Skeleton and extra-sized flesh of mine to gelatin
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| Resembling the dead alive, I identify with my enemies
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| I don’t like me either, I can empathize
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| Never mind the effort I have severed to my lesser side
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| Weathered all the weather, let the temper rise |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Sunshine , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп