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the q4 - pulse lyrics

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there goes my pulse
beats like morse code
all the bones and skulls
hidden in the wardrobe
now become my clothes
skeletons of warzones
living in my home

i think i found my mind
lord you know i lost it
water turned to wine
made us all alcoholics
the hollow in the side
bottle up my conscience
the well has run dry…

my feet fell asleep now i’m dead wide awake
the sweet smell of kief starts to breeze my way
twenty two rings here swinging through the grain
granted to the tree extended through the main

the wind up in my lung blow the dust off the bookworm
tell me what it look like which way to look first
flown to the east bird now i’m headed westward
tell me why the good die know why the crook smirks

brought out the ice box pulled out the ice pick
living in your room now the ice man is coming
d-mn this is a cold world man i think i like it
summer seems to end from the winter i collide with

one in a billion souls spill into the mic with
failures and my goals blood with which i write this
sailing through my dome waiting for the pirates
take everything you own

thrown into the fire
now we watch as it burns
its a sat-rday in august
loss of my nerve
can’t put the mic down
lost in my words
dance as i write now
lost in my world
dance as i write now
walk in my world
dance as i write now
walk in my world
dance as i write now
walk in my world
dance as i write now
walk in my world

there’s a spirit in my ear now, circled out we spittin’
home to the fear child, beast here within
want to put the spear down but hunting’s how we live
time for the feast, the feast is all it is

drumming makes my bones shake
pace it with my right
hold my book in my left hand
the others keep in time
see the math work i’m a number named always
trapped on the earth where we’d rather sin oddly

my chakras are in line
i don’t need no logic
crawling up my spine
leave it to my promise
swallow up my pride
spit it to the godless
all of these lies…

the wind up in my lung blow the dust off the bookworm
tell me what it look like which way to look first
flown to the east bird now i’m headed westward
tell me why the good die know why the crook smirks

i feel like the story is grown and i’ve left
only you are here child cleaning up this mess
funny as a joke that just broke with no punchline
giving up on hope but hope is giving you time

and in the tower of my words i live sitting proper
cowards wait to burn while i live long and prosper
may i live long and prosper
should i live long and prosper?

- the q4 lyrics

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