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W a k e u p.
Beat drop
Let it rock
Hammer on the anvil
Riding on the stirrup
Tympanum beating into my brain
My brain wants to rock
So my foot keeps tapping
Throw it back
Heart attack
Liver wrecked
Break your neck
Think you're cool
You look like a fool
But such stuff begins softly
Green leaves
Ingested through your system
Crash landed
in your brain
No more shadows
Now your sane
For a few miiiiiiiiiiinutes
Schools now storehouses
Sorting things like warehouses
Fights break out like meat houses
And the last thing you see are crack houses
Thank god the next house is yours.
Start the rounds
Upside down
Inside out
All about
The air you breathe
is what I see
Tainted with society
released by reality
Government controlling
Overbearing
Now it all ends at the beginning of a holiday
The morning starts off like every other day
But by the time the night comes around
That's when the ghouls move from the ground.
Run from the lies towards the truth
Put a quarter in the telephone booth
Say good bye for one last time
The world is yours.
Run.
Let it rock
Hammer on the anvil
Riding on the stirrup
Tympanum beating into my brain
My brain wants to rock
So my foot keeps tapping
Throw it back
Heart attack
Liver wrecked
Break your neck
Think you're cool
You look like a fool
But such stuff begins softly
Green leaves
Ingested through your system
Crash landed
in your brain
No more shadows
Now your sane
For a few miiiiiiiiiiinutes
Schools now storehouses
Sorting things like warehouses
Fights break out like meat houses
And the last thing you see are crack houses
Thank god the next house is yours.
Start the rounds
Upside down
Inside out
All about
The air you breathe
is what I see
Tainted with society
released by reality
Government controlling
Overbearing
Now it all ends at the beginning of a holiday
The morning starts off like every other day
But by the time the night comes around
That's when the ghouls move from the ground.
Run from the lies towards the truth
Put a quarter in the telephone booth
Say good bye for one last time
The world is yours.
Run.
Published 28th Oct 2011
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