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Accidents Don't Happen
作詞：Jaime Meline
Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dust
And careen into the temples of automated destruct
Nano-tech, bugs in the blood, get unplugged
Fishing for the fly, shit, hybrid
I run among the mud skipper swarms through warnings
And good morning Beirut's
Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
City life is practice casket truancy
That's the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacy
Friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me
Now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzi's
Who deserves the wrath without warning
The same sky for the martyr with a spork
Scorch New York forfeits
Run among the poppy fields order some more clips
Store trips are weird but the fear is force less
Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull
Jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
Flight of the accidental tourist, morbid
The advertising gods so oddly courtship
Godly corporate squads plot these tortures
Holiness is hard and it's costing God, fortunes
(Guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
I don't want a part of these self-fulfilled prophecies
Man it's too much for my stubbornness,
I hate the people runnin', shit
Now if you sleep at ground '0', below
Wishing you peaceful sleep, where horror on the surface
Emerges less frequently metal bars of ancient Rome
Dissolved from the scenery
(Now what the fuck)
I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
Pristine untouched, NB seven-zero-three's untouched
Trust is a commodity crushed by pol pottery
Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
Tumbling down a flight of Escher Bach steps delight
'Cause the man who raped my sister won't sleep right tonight
Now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
But I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
Breakfast for dystopia ruthless hope movements
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Seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin' good
And now writers block is a prison camp, where free press regress
Now you can hypnotize the herd, I'm alive with fly visions
That attack like Alfred Hitchcock, raising rabid carrier pigeons
True the only form of com
Not tapped is trapped strong
In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along
It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
They pussy all infected I'm lookin' for milky words
They pulled my third eye out, then they let it dry out
Had to pour my belief in Christ to find out
What I look like with no skin who man-dated
While the back of my paper is still luminated
Even your no flipped Egyptian Euro
Got my website shut down by the bureau
Can't kick it with the dead, until my life, stop
But bush got a Ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
I breath artist time fans the artist
Put a couple g's together before harvest light
I'll take all this, the hell I'm doin'?
Dippin' this whole fuckin' pound in embalmin' fluids
You think I rhyme to do it? if it's on point
Shot is, if you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids
It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
But I bet, if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'
Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen
Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen
Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house
We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house
Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch
Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane
Wild out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas
They take you out, then the feds push guns on the roof
They take 'em out, melt you out 'cause you know too much
After that you know your ho's get touched
Look, then the meaning starts
Download your chip to a memory card
Give your chips and send 'em to a city job
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