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Expectations
08:09
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I am not a
a product of
a product of the times
I am not a
a product of
a product of the times
Stares at the sun
Scorches the plane
Lava flows through the mind
Fuck my respect
What'd you expect?
a product of the times?
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Bloodthirsty Lover
05:00
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Got a retroactive heart now
She damn near had to let it slide
I said I got a retroactive heart now
She damn near had to let it slide
'Cuz she got a thirst for blood
and I got a taste for cyanide
I can't deny all these things on my mind
and you, you bring me to another word to misconstrue
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Chick
02:48
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He fucks around with a woke chick, an intellectual ho
Every other day, she gives him shit 'cuz all his chakras closed
He tells the town of a broke chick, spending all his checks
Every other day, she runs away when she astral projects
She likes to think she's a woke chick, the demigoddess divine
She even got the tapestry, tie-dyed with all of them zodiac signs
Tar-lunged heavy-smoke chick, accepted social disgrace
She's as cold as balloons and as giddy as the powder on her face
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The Seas
04:14
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He can't think of anything he would rather be doing
Vicious winds bring ocean breeze
Cleansing disease as the seas renewing
Desecrate and isolate away from self-assurance
Rising tide helps to deny a massive sense of self-importance
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We Know
04:32
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Look at all these
Liars and thieves
In search of relief
It's a state we know
The hypocrite priest
The ignorant sheep
They put their heads to their feet
It's a state we know
Throw in reverse
The rocket ship man
He got the globe in his hand
He's looking down on the land
It's a state we know
He knows the masterplan
He doesn't care if it makes any sense
Says he's a renaissance man
It's a state we know
Throw in reverse
It's a state we know....
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6. |
Shards
04:18
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7. |
Mandelbrot (Interlude)
02:51
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8. |
Land Carcass
05:26
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A man spends his whole life trying to pick up the pieces
The pieces of his fractured mirror
He’s sick of this misleading reflection
He only hopes that one day he too can tell the truth
And he’ll never feel alone again
And he’ll never feel alone again….
In the middle of the day
All the thoughts are led astray
We’re all feeling the decay
But that’s the right thing
Yeah that’s the right thing
A wolf spends its whole life trying to pick up the pieces
The pieces of shattered bone and shards of flesh
The nutrients for a predator
The death of the prey and the life of a senator
And they’ll never go hungry again
And they’ll never go hungry again….
In the middle of the day
All the thoughts are led astray
We’re all feeling the decay
But that’s the right thing
Yeah that’s the right thing
Innocent and indirect
All the thoughts I keep in check
Puzzle pieces I collect
But that’s the right thing
Yeah that’s the right thing
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They kicked me out of my own body like I was just another squatter
They kicked me out of my own body and I drowned above water
They kicked me out of my own body and left in it lost and found
Elevate
Elevate
They kicked me out of my own body, I heard the call of the wild
They kicked me out of my own body like it was going out of style
They kicked me out of my own body and I awoke in another
Elevate
Elevate
Out of body, soaring above my world,
Our world, inside each one
Lay this to rest, all in the past
I am instinct, primal at last
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They put the haters in the history books
For talking about how her anatomy looks
They let 'em starve, love to watch 'em starve
They let 'em squirm, love to watch 'em, love to watch 'em as they squirm
Nothing to prove
Bad attitude
Wonder what's on their mind
I am not a
A product of
A product of the times
Nothing but pests
Dub thee excess
Never to be defined
I am not a
A product of
A product of the times
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