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letra de glass - airospace

[verse 1]
the world is like a playpen, she strings all the people
swishes the skulls that are sad and puts them on steeple
wondering if god won a chance, the likes of her
she acts and reacts
her path is only but fragile and feeble
hatred is her best friend, the shadow to her sunlight
the dog fight, war like, eclipse in the moon light
necromancity, seradin fizzy
believing all the movies for the children
a zillion and one lies
pumped into her mind on personal accord
which escapes backwards with grace or dances her forward
only those in the future past can understand there’s an overdog
chain tied by the neck and drug along the concrete

[chorus]
gl-ss in her sides and her hands and her feet
wounds only cut as far as the flesh runs deep
provocative, vomiting words, provocative speech
projective
gl-ss in her sides and her hands and her feet
wounds only cut as far as the flesh runs deep
projective vomiting…a provacative speech
words. (l-st, l-st, murder that b-tch)

[verse 2]
her words are like combustion, ecstatic
consumption, erratic
reduction, compressed in a s-d-st’s function
her love is a time past, sonnet of what’s told
and a role model idea of a generation, twice-fold
the reach for a heart, it’s what is or was cut
suicide cliche, my heart broken to a better bluff
an x-acto knife cut out of what she once was
and it’s said that art is just another binary drug
to a system made of 1’s and 0’s she could never plug
in a deep or dead session of communicator, plus
alcoholic, time lapse, or a little solid tat of freedom
and bitterness in a bottle of surgical procedures
the failed medicinal diagnosis warented sour
as the doctor neglected to operate on the patient of the hour
psychological snap from the release of dopamine
from the sick gut feeling of what’s pure and clean
the thoughts lead into the moment to stab all of her dreams
at the mercy of every human that barely believes sight
hidden in the wake of all that’s potentially right
allah could dive deep enough to save a soul, too tightly
wrapped in an aspect of a brainwashed reality
unless, of course, she has to struggle with a 6-figure salary
unless she actually learns what the f-ck struggle is
where aid ends her own expense
anubis doesn’t live

[outro]
anubis doesn’t live (k!ll that motherf-cker)
anubis doesn’t live (k!ll that motherf-cker)
anubis doesn’t live
l-st, l-st, murder that b-tch
thrust, thrust, k!ll that motherf-cker
k!ll that motherf-cker
anubis doesn’t live

- airospace

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