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thr - tempest lyrics

half the reason that i freakin’ have to create this d-mn alb-m
battles leaders. slaps their teeth, so nasty with strength i can’t fathom
cackle, because wack mc’s at tabb’s school couldn’t draft a sad word
laugh the feelings absent. deal with matters late. wrap up your math work
i fear my lyrics aren’t too clear to listeners
the viewers steer through, clear of literary instruments and terms
itching on the inside, imbecilic, villainous opinions
stick with this limbic system. at my intelligence, it b-tches
i both produced and wrote this record, whole. now doing vocals
not too boastful, though. i loathe the pros that gloat with bogus social
crows. my focused hope approaches goals opposing those droll fools
my motives show a potent exposure of forte, smoking foes null
i’ve recently been seeing my dreams in third person
i think these words in cursive, -sserting the curves uncertain
but worst thing’s first. i’m thirsting for some verses curing
the hertz that blur, sting, hurt my perception. works as a sure thing
i hurl my burdens towards the back of my brain forcing
my boredom, morphing former glory into horror stories poorly
whoring my sorry soul out to rogues to roll me over
rovers roam to my home. storming onto the loners
disclosure of beholders… it is no more. we hiss, sober
somber songs for long pauses called by authority. improper
cause of death: the lost expression of my best. the fall is stressed
call off the bet, my sponsors left their prompters benched and tossed the script
switch the set. my sweat is st-tched deep in my head with thread incisions
no! sh-t, no!
b-tches threaten guests with quickened tricks to get us x’d for living
no! let’s go!
trigger finger’s on the switch. lift a limb and it’ll spit
bullets everywhere. full clips emptied, aired
fists are swinging in the pit. ditch officials down a ditch
fools, whipped, bed the land. cool kids hand in hand
why in the h-ll would you try to prevail if
we’re the ones with crystal conscience
tug on the plug. boo-hoo, you f-ckers lose

the storm is coming. the coming of the storm
the storm is coming. the coming of the storm
the storm is coming. the coming of the storm
the storm is coming. the coming of the storm

my throat is throbbing for the possibility of stopping
nonsensical laws and operations by the ruling posse
along with so-called control, trolling us for fun and money
f-ck you punks. disgusting government pigs with blunder. shun me
it’s all a done deal, ya think? here, meet my love: zeal
she’ll beat your teeth in fearlessly. my mental cuts still unhealed
you’ll see how blood streaming down your chin, your lips, and tongue feels
the sting will eat at you for eternity

- thr lyrics

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