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grouce - iris lyrics

all engines go, but you don’t need a car key to start
just go nuts like marquis de sade
the rp disbarred a few of its crew
but remember the old if what you’re doin’ is new
hey, i wanna say, “yay, que sera, sera!”
while screamin’, “mayday”, way too far for ma
or pa to hear my dyin’ words
i should just enjoy the flight of the flyin’ birds
im just an artist, c’est la vie
only way to spell it is to say, “a-r-t-i-s-t”
im of dyin’ breed, that’s life whether i agree
im thinkin’ why are we –
makin’ such a fuss when we know not –
what we do, “is it true every robot
will be the size of a virus?”
a nanotech future will rise from the eyes of osiris

look into my iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus
and the words say…

sh-t what should we do?
we’ve arrived at the rapture, woopty doo
ima climb up to catch ya, you put me through
a h-ll worse than the one that you took me to
yeah you god, look at the good we do
i can’t believe that it could be true, and that it would be you
who would use tricksters to against us
but off the topic, ken kesey had the best bus
but f-ck the past, f-ck the future, cause i care –
only ’bout the now, im roaming round in town
im zoning out, i found a simple truth
that can not be found in a pimpled youth
slam nitrous into a man that’s anhydrous
stand righteous in a land that can bite yas
im rambunctious, understand my plan punctures
your eye, i roll with the d-mn punches
your hand crunches under the weight of your heinous
midas, and when you come to find that you are eyeless –

look into my iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus
and the words say…

i can see the end, we’ll be one with sunset as we descend
ima start up the third verse, im free to spend
another minute on this thing that i want to send
out to you and your fam, ima do what i can
just to make sure you know ima do what a man
has-ta, masquerade in bathers
im casper, and that’s the way the haters –
see me, ima greedy graffiti inside a genie
but im ghost, b-tter toast with another roast
i mutter most of my rhymes
get off point, forget to put my name into the bylines
like im doin’ now, hold up, !@#$%^&- wow!
the things i have to do to get through to you, chica blaow!!
the future’s lookin’ dim, its in the smoke signals
covered in a packet of chips and broke pringles
you woke up to hear the music of primus
and when you find yourself flyin’ an ibis –

look into my iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus
and the words say…

grouce has got the sh-ts
i don’t give a f-ck about the apocalypse
b-tch!

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