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doseone - untouchable lyrics

[verse]
to touch your truth without gloves
wing of viper, tooth of dove
what the concept of h+ll does to the sticks and stones of
bones that still own blood. the garden that tends
pretends to nourish so many men
wishing themselves born in a wolves’ den
violent, childish, permanent kens, lost in the illusion of strength
then again, the self+serving fury of ego’s hung jury
does captain the lesser vessel of thinking you’re special
in a world of flesh and metal. all loving you not, last pеtal
on the closed rose of maniacal fiscal p+ss and sh+t
viablе source of deficience, this. do not trust your armor
it listens in to your weakest bits missives
caged wings clipped and forced to parrot the arid, garish
fearful marriage of being both proud and embarrassed
lain barest on bramble and briar
the wet wood fire of popular liar
sh+t’s tired (shakespeare’s gone, don’t even think about it)
sadly, i don’t need centering or mentoring nor remembering
my hermetic, eccentric, go get it, combusts something different
unleaded, regretless, magnetic, cursed, gifted, you bet it’s
a shiftless, vividly cryptic tryptic of meaningful misfit
brick and mortar, rest in peace business… that i’m not selling
i’m bottomless welling on mountaintop telling
doom spelling, with room for formed poems compelling
grace felling, run yelling, cantankerous anchor of thankless cold rancor
wrapped in a fire blanket. m. sanger still k!lling, spilling oil tanker
of artistic angers on steel tipped dove banger. rest of ’em manger
rappers are not in danger, familiar tat+faced stranger
trying their d+mndest to summon a mansion
while managed by damaged humans who see you as cannon fodder
for more modern “i wanna grow up and still be a child problem”
style of life goals. while i walk the white coals of preserved words
in the hive minded heard of urban concerns sung from the burbs
by beautiful birds that have never been served
it’s confusing to champion losing you’s, goons, and average dudes
while you diffuse utter muse, through your beautiful views
in a silo of dues and crackers who stole blues
but it’s cool, i’d rather build my own school
than die in another man’s duel

- doseone lyrics

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