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dead vandals - solitare lyrics

[intro: lz8]
semen to fetus
fetus begins to breathe and has a deep seeded
need to be needed sick and diseased just
some defeated elitest kicking his feet on the seat
picking his teeth he’s bitter and he repeats from
season to season just being a bleep
doesn’t even have a reason
its just the only thing that he could achieve
don’t believe in himself, scared that he’s weak
prepared to be beat down when he enters the streets
so he keeps
pressing repeat on his beats
ventin’ his heat
for a second he sees everything correct and complete
finally gettin’ some sleep

[hook: lz8]
expressing his own reflections
pullin’ his f-ckin’ head out of his rectum
steps on the scene
he’s just letting it be
and it’s settin’ him free
so long as he connects it to speakin’
and spreadin’ his seed in his messages he…
well he is terras and terras is me

[verse 1: lz8]
from the clouds and the mountains and the sand on the beach
to the eclipse that a thousand people stand here to see
we all feathers and leaves all from a branch of a tree fallin’
we spreadin’ our wings stallin’ the end of our means
all convinced that a means to an end to pretend we are sweet
when we in the deep end of a creek
from our head to our feet trapped in a body without a key
and we let nothin’ out, never, till we’re beggin’ to bleed
negatively, -ssociate, everything with whatever we think
inheritedly our own identity thieve cause we bury it deep
in a subconscious cemetery
never exceed the limit that we bred to appease
blend in and be
calm and accept it with ease ominous
sever these strings
long as these silence seems dominant
and everybody’s, followin’ quiet
i mean why are we hidin’ it
speak prominently man
my body’s a f-ckin’ coffin
where honesty rots
locked in a country where people stock up their problems
a lot, stop it, it’s not to be mocked
someone dies every ten minutes on this island via suicide
what man?
we hoggin’ our inner monologues
ominous walkin’ h-m-nyms
covering our two sides up
we keep knockin’ it back till we pocket the black
and flop on our backs stuck with two eyes shut nah
no more breath holdin’, no more tense shoulders
i will regret it all when i’m older
no more white lies told
so here’s the truth dude
if i can be free to be me, you’re free to do you

if i can be free to be me, you’re free to do you (x8)

[bridge: lz8]
are you kiddin’ me kid?
you got screws loose
ain’t’ n-body gonna listen to your boo-hoos
ain’t’ n-body gonna really like the true you
shit
i don’t even think you do
if your aesthetics lookin’ really as pathetic as you feelin’
would you find yourself appealin’
were you anybody else?
cards been dealt
and it’s not an ace of spades
you justify your sadness in your world with shades of grey
can’t you tell?
that you belong in the place
even though your freedoms just a conversation away
you can’t confront it cause the problems you face
aren’t of comfort, so you rot in this cage
behind the mask you’ve enc-mbered
(no way!)

[verse 2: lz8]
if i can be free to be me
then here it is

yeah i’m the b-tt of the joke
but i still expose what is stuck in your throat
i hit the sack while you b-tter your f-ckin’ toast
i was up and i wrote
my own escape while you slumbered and dozed
from the gutter i rose, juggling both:
mumblin’ broke as f-ck inside a pub
and on a bus with a notepad
till my tongue is a rope
tied in a bow
life is a bolt of lightning when the thunder explodes
i want mine to echo
on the sides of the dome hyping the show
i’d just like you to know
you are the line between alive and ghost
unless you finally show what’s in your mind
don’t hide it
if you feel it in your blood and your bones
just let somebody know
so here it goes man

i’m a borderline schizophrenic
pr-ck with a bic pen in his hand
spilling his ink on the sands of time
man i’m addicted to f-cking up
and hating everything i make
sucker punch lines on the page scrunch
it’s fake
i’m a
underachiever, wanna believe in god
but this devil on my shoulder don’t believe in him neither
all i know is when i speak i am free from the demons
they leave and i am finally getting some
sleep

well he is terras and terras is me
(man you gotta speak it)
well he is terras and terras is me
(man you gotta speak it)
well he is terras and terras is me?

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