To these fools that say they run shit, keep running, keep ducking and diving, Knifing your way into the backs of heartless heads, with no eyes & ears that just don’t listen, only hear, barely breaking their backs to get to reach their end, rather send a messenger, cos me, I ain’t blessing ya with this talent, I don’t ride tandem and I don’t wanna sing your anthem, hand them the holy book back, Million splintered paper cuts toughen the fingers of linguists, well along their inquests of formulation, fornication, indigestion from this scrimmage, paper digest pillage, turn nauseatingly indifferent wanna isolate inferior motives from the tortured cranium, of this diction dignified warrior, Sorry ya missed the dispensation of the ointment and the poison antidote; anti-dope this culture, to the many vultures, circle the sentiments of sickly salvation seekers, get you closer to the speakers, speak the arguments that are heated, over your head like overhead projectors, images of villages burning from the burden of the issues that just worsen, work them to the bone, versions of virgins unknown, antonym gag from the gin spin, cancel the oxygen thieves’ subscription to the airwaves, becoming their slaves and as the care fades, with the rare waves send shock into the blocks that built the clock-towers that fell at the drop, I need to mop up my aspirations from the floor off the tiles that gods laid, raid the reckoning of the beckoning imbalance, challenged ballerinas to a dance that dared deaths defeatist attitude, serendipity latitude that forced out a whole bunch of gratitude, construed prudence used destiny, hence the intensity, that inverted apathy, now I’m sitting in the corner body laden with atrophy. [I’m sitting in the corner body laden with atrophy, the malice in the scene, untapped market that never favoured me, Take a nap, the act that tapped the trap that finally captured me, And I hope you satisfied happily with my fall and its finality].
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from Sentiments to Cinders,
released October 10, 2013
Instrumental by Kamikaze Picnic
Written, Produced, Arranged by ThiNXx
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