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artificial christian - movement no. 32 lyrics

[verse 1: p.s. edekot]
the difference between loneliness and solitude
what a private matter
a quiet manner of living life
absolved of conflict
bent direct at your content
onset, wrecked
when i consent, met with a perfect set of nice…
uh
words for your poem
purple like proam
uh
securin’ your vice
sugar tastes sweet, crystals like ice
uh, yeah
i know god don’t leave me for not
loneliness is kryptonite, morphing into solitude
i settle for the best of none, thrashing at the boxes
like caged foxes or lions
preying, to fill voids with idols instead of christ
subverting logical warning signs and common sense
it’s his grace that keeps me afloat
been sinking my boat by poking holes leaking offsh0r-
i need a heart change, spirit saying “bear fruit”
even when your flaws reek of sins root
removing the stone, heart of flesh now beating like drums
and i’m caught up in the rhythm love, uh

[chorus: warren christian]
show me the ways, the ways in me, ways in me
tryna survive through lies that they aim at me
through the divides, i die every day, feel me?
i die, i die, i die every day, feel me?

show me the ways, the ways in me, ways in me
tryna survive through lies that they aim at me
through the divides, i die every day, feel me?
i die, i die, i die every day, feel me?

[verse 2: warren christian]
they never heard me rap fast, i like to keep the pace
i like to slow it down (down), this my turtle race
i like to stop and smell the flowers in the purple vase
i like to find a place to think about his perfect ways
imperfect me was purchased on a cloudy day
he’s in my makeup, but i don’t wear a powdered face
mask off ’till i see him in the future
some days i think i’m super, but the devil’s on his luther
kryptonite for the kids tonight, tryna to get it right
get the mic and i’m cooking, you see the kitchen light
dim the lights in the studio, man, i need a moment
thought i was growing, but my ways was so roman
i’m so consumed with the things we know are all loners
can’t take it along when life dial tone us
hang it up like jerseys up in the staples center
heaven bound, no lake of fire, don’t need no lakers

show me the ways, the ways in me, ways in me
tryna survive through lies that they aim at me
through the divides, i die every day, feel me?
i die, i die, i die every day, feel me?

[verse 3: sateliite kiid]
i’ve been silent for a century, my
sinus is my symphony, your
highness took the highs and said the lows were never moment for me
odorous and finicky, it
opens up the memories
over dusted tendencies
i’m broken to the centerpiece
center peace, the sinner’s peace, i simmered til it’s in between
me and all the means of taking gold and making burger king
manna from the hands of mr. hammer dance or hammer hands
hammered by the hands that took the nails, the son of man like
caught up in the thoughts of maybe fugaze
honestly, egyptian is the new wave
say the letter j wasn’t invented yet
what you mean that slavery’s in a sacred texts?
the ways of the shin0bi come with question marks
if j wasn’t invented, what’s the name i call?
higher power, hear me, know the family’s in need
my belief to call you refuge, i’m a refugee

{instrumental break}

show me the ways, the ways in me, ways in me
tryna survive through lies that they aim at me
through the divides, i die every day, feel me?
i die, i die, i die every day, feel me?

- artificial christian lyrics

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