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doomtree - pop gun war lyrics

[sims] my name is john wayne on accident. cash: demon, villain. woke to a bad dream. the vaccine keeps spilling. a city of millions, civilians still feel isolated. well they picked up and matched it now, for the gas price inflation. so siphon the patience, born of a bad creation. such intelligent design, call in a school board atheist. nothing but walls, to separate the sp-ce we in. and everything is so beautiful. generation pharmaceutical soothed, plugging away in a cubical til’ the units improve. face to the sun but there’s fumes in the view. i keep my face to the sun but there’s fumes in the view. (the view) humans consumed in what’s holding em’ down, hands and gears ticking ticking ticking, times running out. squeeze another drop outta that rock, now bust a style. living in the battery, alkaline dumping out.

so you’re walking down that line huh? you think your time’s up? (sh-t) they got you fired up. let’s walk it side by side seeing eye to eye break through the borderlines gotta organize x2

i turn the stiffer ear yield up when the liquor tears the sickness here but you still missing the bigger picture here they let the viscous steer wallow and sit in fear if only for the second they could remove time to look up and watch the satellites move self-centered nation so self consumed so hung up so tired and spun around tired of the run-around so throw the rudder down i see a lot of people i meet a lot of problems think of all the ways to adding up the microcosms in the bigger scheme all of it means nothing so quit that mean mugging that aint complete running n-body pleased at how it be act like they need something i feel that same flutter i feel that same buzzing but i want the diamond in your charcoal soul live from the furnace sims and beak came to burn it

so you’re walking down that line huh? you think your time’s up? (sh-t) they got you fired up. let’s walk it side by side seeing eye to eye break through the borderlines gotta organize come off to the fame. what’s in name? whatever saves your soul or paves an interstate let’s walk it side by side seeing eye to eye break through the borderlines gotta organize

and all of this is so big and so small follow that bouncing ball follow that bouncing ball and your problem’s so big and so small follow that bouncing ball follow that bouncing ball and this mess is so big and so small follow that bouncing ball follow that bouncing ball so hung up so tired and spun around tired of the run-around so throw the rudder down

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