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gao the arsonist - i need answers like junkies need syringes lyrics

t–th grit and fist clenched
calling for god
now he reeks: spit and p-ss drenched him, (huh)
bloodied piece ripped from his wrist
when he slit them
to withstand
bombsh-lls:
fell he did dig trenches
lay face down in the dirt
certain that at this rate now
he’ll be burnt up
curtains
like: show’s over
hope the he’ll cope with the broken bones
and stay strong ’till it blows over
and it will right?
answer me, don’t k!ll quiet
force fed hard to swallow pills prior
to when i found out you can’t chill fire
feels drier in the pool of knowledge
than my mouth when it’s filled with prayer
i’m not built with higher tolerance than all rest
i can toil until i’m tired and i’m tired
of looking at the leading
i should peel the piper, wear his skin
need a light in the labyrinth
drown him in paraffin:
man-candle
man-handled, been
roughed up
just brush up?
now that’s the thing
i feel as strong as mol-sses thin
the chance i invested in
i’m cherishing
it seems to be perishing
battalions of tallied failures are garrisoned
on the horizon
sun rise, dawn, stride cross the sky
fall till the night comes
then my corpse collects flies on it
i’m looking for the answer with the lights on
but my sight’s gone
light a pipe bong
or a pipe bomb
between my lips
either way i’m getting blasted
acid re-flux, give a f-ck if it’s rancid
fear stricken b-st-rd
shirt sticky, plastered to my chest
with my sweat
so close to kissing caskets
n-gga

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous
tell me who to ask
tried the sh-t they taught in sunday school
answers always quiet like the sky i’m f-cking talking to

nah b-tch
no need for sipping on booze
pick the spliff from your lips
no tripping on boof
i don’t need no f-ck n-ggas twisting the truth
too advanced in that sh-t:
mind blank and confused, uh
lack of answers cause cancerous tumor
spread to my head quick like b-tches with rumors
looks like enlightenment’s later than sooner

just let me know where i f-cked up
fill my face with holes from a buckshot
on my knees chewing gravel, yeah i’ll dust off
all my pride if you decide to give me some thought
that i ain’t already heard before, f-ck what he say
i need words divorced from the brain-dead and the cliche
wanna put a stick in my mouth like i suck adhesive
mimic a b-tch with a stick between its t–th

- gao the arsonist lyrics

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