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Strain
03:43
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Is the love for your kind in line with what you deny? Are you afraid of the questions? Is there guilt on your mind? It’s easy to know but hard to see. So safe in the womb of western luxury. Born under two flags, regrettably tongueless. Slave to the laws of a political circus. So safe, so safe in the womb. It’s still real. strain. Did it catch you off guard when you got dealt the wrong cards? Now it’s stripping you naked until there’s nothing but hurt. So safe, so safe in the womb. And my new brain’s pushing through. Time to start all over new. Time to shed the illusion. That we have something to prove. strain. It’s true what they say. About the nature of pain. It will open you up. In the most unnatural way. strain.
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Straight Talk
04:30
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Do away with your bad taste. It’s child’s play yea if you ask me. Big mistake on a tired beat. Going through the motions isn't moving me. Weightless now but you have more mouths. Plus your frown will turn you upside down. Earthbound no escaping gravity.No one can dance with your heavy feet. It’s you. It’s I. Red eyes, black hide, green eyes, don’t ask why. Macho man the joke of the land. Where do you come from and where do you stand? Friends talk feel smart and truth’s in demand. Salivating at a means to an end. So much for past times. They’re just there to remind us of what we lost. It’s hard. The routine has us blinded. We only talk about small things. We need someone to blame. We need someone. It’s you. It’s I. Red eyes, black hide, green eyes, don’t waste time.
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