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Buried Inside In And Of The Self

change nothing, and sometimes one day changes everything. And that day has come. When racial and economic dichotomy, are one in the fucking same, and

propagandize mis-education, and bolster a campaign of character assassination. And giving answers before asking questions, like is selfishness inherent? And

And we stubbed our toes on superficiality. This, the incomplex complexity. The soiled witness of prestige. For without beauty there is no happiness, and

dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and

your daddy did, bitch Go ahead and take a break from tryin' to be rich Kinda sad that your dad got you trained real good Buried a hatchet in his chest and

though [Chorus:] And I want you to know I only invited you cos I ain't thought you would show But I'll be damned if you ain't grab my hand And presented

sittin back patient(patient) im ready and waitin(waitin) for my homicide serenade my life and i cant escape it(scape it) im ready and waitin(waitin) for

pain overwhelms shooting through my kidneys Blood rushes out when I stick a shank in me Keep stabbing and sticking And pulling all the blood spitting And I cut off the oxygen And

Disillusioned I yearn Am I buried beneath sand and clay? The caress of cold soil With limbs crippled to the coil Locked inside a nightmare womb Tarnished and