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Carbon (instrumental by Mors)

Hardest of starts - crack out the cranium
Fog in my garden land of the aliens
Haunted I'm cursed call it a bargain  
Bet who is better the rawest of carbon  
 
Come with cannons came as a man and  
Minutes to midnight I may put hands on it  
Battle myself homie no sleep  
Lonely this road - too fucking deep  
 
Do what I don't  
Say what you won't  
Prove it I quote  
Move like a ghost  
 
Move it or lose it  
I'm glued to the movement  
Like many improvements  
But i am still human, 'ock  
 
Loosen the fluids  
Looming to tune in  
Fused to the gloom and  
Entombed in confusion, I  
 
Care about nothing  
'Cept for my self  
Air it out on this  
Accepting no help  
 
-  
 
Grew out pain  
Itching for change  
You mother fuckers  
Faking and lame  
 
I hear what you say  
Bitching for fame  
Me mother fucker  
Taking no names  
 
-  
 
Fighting never surrender  
On and on I remember this  
Writing all of September  
On and on this adventure shit  
 
I fell, I fall, I forgot to call...  
Fucking fiend I want it all  
Fucking end it- follow vision  
Funny now it is to mention this  
 
Spent my life fighting the facts - an addict  
I'm right where I'm at so I grab it  
Lay my life down wrapped up in habits  
Here is my hat like where is the rabbit  
 
Caught up in concepts need more subtraction  
Bought it all up still look at what happens  
Am I happy? no  
Still i flow so you know  
 
-  
 
Grew out pain  
Itching for change  
You mother fuckers  
Faking and lame  
 
I hear what you say  
Bitching for fame  
Me mother fucker  
Taking no names  
 
-  
 
Before you I stand a man made out of a boy  
Played out so much noise  
Bled out from a void like I had a choice  
Surrounded by vice like I had a voice  
 
Like I had a life made up out of toys  
Like it was enough but I wanted more  
Gave a few fucks I promise and swore  
It would never be the same after this one  
 
I'm done ..bust out chains this cage i swear its  
Change been dared through pain I wear it  
T-t-tear it chasing carrots  
Oh so trans-a-parent  
 
I grew out pain  
Itching for change  
You mother fuckers  
Faking and lame  
 
I hear what you say  
Bitching for fame  
Me mother fucker  
Taking no names
gazellemon
Written by gazellemon
(Bradley J)
Published
Modified 8th October 2018
Author's Note
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♫ instrumental by Mors ♫
     ➥ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_13a8kWnBfapbR0QZwHrg
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