| It’s inherent and readily apparent
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| That frankly I don’t really fucking care if
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| What I do brings shame or embarrass
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| You ain’t judge, jury, bailiff, or sheriff
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| So the merit of your judgment is minimal
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| Compared to the substance of this individual
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| ‘Cuz man’s measured not only by his potential
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| What’s essential’s the motive of his actions
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| Slick liars slip when they’re seeking traction
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| Because the truth is their hell is frozen over
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| And everyday is exponentially colder
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| While the sun shines on my mind and my passions
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| And the rations to bask in are plentiful
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| Between eventual torrential downpours
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| That’s what the samples and sequential sound’s for
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| Emancipation from life’s precipitation
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| It’s inherent and readily apparent
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| That frankly I don’t really fucking care if
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| My actions bring shame and embarrass
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| You ain’t judge, jury, bailiff, or sheriff
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| So your careless comments can never offset
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| My pursuit of this game’s true object
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| Despite abject horror and destruction
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| And other functions of self-preservation
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| Reality is merely a manifestation
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| Of the activity in one’s imagination
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| And the willingness to fight for its existence
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| In the absence of instant gratification
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| Resistance is an active participant
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| ‘Cuz progress requires a true counterpart
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| My art’s gained strength due to this process
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| Thus the power to express the experience |