Pick at yourself Until you feel pure Something's pulling you to the floor Like a longtime friend Someone's banging your head on the wall As a means to an end Empty
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dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty
chair, in my braids, my hair was always Being fly was priority to the lowest I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way The dead society
a better pace, slower and more calculated No chance of escape, now self-employed Concerned but powerless An empowered and informed member of society
my braids, my hair wasn't waves Being fly was priority to the lowest I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way The dead society
with my literary talents Just a bit of balance, rip the silence In space, all-star systems are our victims Atomics, anonymous with ominous Implications of information or information
drugs Then went home and gave they queens and they kids hugs If you wanna be free, released from the unrest The stress and the emptiness just follow me
every station. Freedom of the press means freedom to deceive With all their twisted information used to control and manipulate the population They tell us communism is running rampant and threatening our society
gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances
See emaciation Little scars are showing On the outside So now they've grown up in these Brilliantly beautiful sterile communities Floating like the sleepers through the Flowers and emptiness
everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin Yeah it's a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie They don't wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty
hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty
with my literary talents Just a bit of balance, rip the silence in space, all-star systems are our victims Atomics, anonymous with ominous implications of information, or information
a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape Now self-employed, concerned, but powerless An empowered and informed member of society