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polarboiyeahz - performance art (intro) lyrics

[intro: charles bukowski]
you want some poems?
beg me!
amplitude!

[verse: polarboiyeahz & charles bukowski]
nothing ever changes but the state of mind in which you live in
wander ’round aimless, hard to find peace when you’re livid
so hold me down baby, it takes time but promise we’ll get it
to slow down you gotta be crazy cuz we’ll never be quitting
i know all about the demons and the screamin’ and the kingdom come
the feelings keep leanin’, felt so much the bleeding’s numbed
so go ‘head, play the victim, you can eat thе bullet quicker than that
i don’t drink but let’s cеlebrate, you can drip the liquor in that (amplitude)
emerge out the mist, a god who is slave to his circumstance
inconveniences a miss, paranoid so i keep a burner, man
get the cash, zip it, then you just stuff it in the ceiling fan
never crash, sit right back, then pray that the demons shrinking fast
walking ’round with all this hurt, searching to repair damage
you could tell that i haven’t been to church in about a d+mned minute
and things tend to feel worse so i take heed, seek fair advantage
all there really is to do is make it work and reap and snare the cabbage (amplitude)
reflecting on the trauma that’s still sitting at the bottom of my cortex
there isn’t sh+t but drama when the life’s been sucked out like vortex
pick something up then put it down then imma look out for more necks
it’s a shame how we keep on forgetting about how life is so gorgeous
dead men walking with a whole clique deep full of corpses
feel pain and the heart beats but this is where the morgue is
spiritually dead, who will show you how to live, it’s so morbid
clinically depressed, how you gonna give a f+ck if it’s not important? (amplitude)
the streets are still roarin’ right right back where my home is
sun’s heat keeps scorchin’, there’s no wonder that they’re soulless
they emptied plenty clips in his head then they pretend it didn’t happen
there’s a list of a million men who were found dead, k!lled while trappin’
it’s something bigger than me, pieces of a vision even sicker than greed
braindead mentality, listen then i’ll be a victim of me
at the painted fence of h+ll, got the b+lls to stride, always down to ride
no sense of self, lost all the pride so all that makes sense is “die” (amplitude)
[outro: marina abramović]
performance is the kind of unique form of art and it’s very temporary
and comes and goes
and in every society, it’s different relation to performance

- polarboiyeahz lyrics

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