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dark side poet - hangman lyrics

verse 1:
no doubt about it i’ve shouted at the top of my lungs
blown down trees, started tsunamis & hurricane-rana’d
vocally just to vent aggression
if i ravaged your coastline, sorry, but i was stressin’
i know it’s no excuse but have you ever felt the end of your noose?
the swing of the rhythm nada compared to the swing of the truth
and you know the supports are steady; beams’ll never come down
man on the lever is never run down
despite the grim, ghastly nature of his station he complacent to ever threaten no matter the situation
i guess it pay to be payed for what you do
and when i think of it i think i be payin’ this fool to do it
do it, try it, who knows? i may like the sensation of flying
plummeting, whatever, it’s all the same in moderation, ah
will i wake up again & have to start from scratch again
or will i come to sense again or will it just end?

hook:
we are falling (falling), falling (falling), falling (falling), falling (falling) down (down)
like we like it down here
yeah, yeah, like we like it down here
we are calling (calling), calling (calling), calling (calling) out to you
but you don’t hear
we’re falling again (falling again)

verse 2:
no doubt about it the music is the only escape
so i’ma turn it to eleven & vacate the premises
mentally, essentially altogether
hear the headphones & stereo blaring & bringing me back to centre
you can’t reach me; i’m lost in the sound
you want meaning? seek inception or cemetery ground
existence: it all makes sense for forty seconds at a time
and it’s n one of your business, ah
i don’t wanna know why you’re here
got too many questions of mine, got enough of my own fear
ever falling down the rabbit hole to battle my soul
i’m getting sick of this world, it’s so cold
see me yelling at these walls like mort rainey without the jack and pall mall but the man in the mirror to ever debate me
fell like i wanna take that shovel, get to spilling some guts
of everyone that disgust & begin with us

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verse 3:
no doubt about it you’ll never be able to fully comprehend
unless i step off this chair & embrace the end
see the marionette dance & gradually slow
sever the strings, draw the curtains, end the show
escape this form of entertainment, the hackles
i ain’t a monkey trained for leech’s enjoyment; do you see shackles?
all i see is a notebook, pen, & a written question:
“what do you see when you look into your reflection?”
h-llo reflection; devil in my sound receiver
simian on spinal cord & poet’s number one deceiver
how’s it hanging? let me guess: like a body from a noose
let me guess at what’s next: you’ll let it loose
wrap it around my neck, tell me that it’s a scarf
for the chilly weather, tighten that slipknot & laugh
her, mr. hangman, make it work the first time
please, mr. hangman, let it work the first time

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