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letra de booby traps - anjovi

step on that wrong step
get your whole being compressed under stones pestling your bone and flesh
this my tome you step, your woe in it’s depths
were a spirit dwells within, your skeletons congest
here ends your conquest eery winds down long steps
these wrong steps, dr.jones get his dome split
my culture sucked in abyss, by concubus of the cultured
filth spread over every hill that was uncovered
their grubby feels on our daughters, heels on our mothers
put steel to our kindred, and then steal whats left to flaunt it
call me dead beat, you dead meat
from our dead we grieve you retrieve laurels for your revelry
to mix my truth with your lies, in your dubious archives
your exhibits of lost tribes, unauthorized
white wash our paths home, forsaken, be crucified
through your thighs, ribs, crotch, arms and eyes
step on that wrong step, get wrung as strewn flesh
your tangle of eyes, hands, organs and lips pleading…
pleading… to those that follow to run quick
ghastly remains awkward, hollowed, dishonoured
you ingrates speak to the grand gate keeper
ready for pressure to reprimand with sprayed ether
last bastion to dissuade or flay the greediest
finders here don’t keep their heads

i know it’s hard son
but as your spirit weighs heavy, know that your heart’s strong (your heart’s strong)
let my voiceless whispers guide you through this cryptic night
have to push forward with courage whether you live or die
left you in this pit to die, brothers, sisters to pick your hide
little did they know what they left behind
grand foot steps for you to step inside
your ancestor’s design awaiting your rest to end and find
our tethered life, our tethered life
they try to hang you bled and dry, i want to find your head up high
a bright sun to shine and end this endless blight
grow seeds to growth of trees to recommence their climb
know this story ain’t for the feint of heart strings
or a passing song of glory to feign but providence
under what’s hardened, tribulations, awfully grim
notice remains of both invaders and other kin
see the spirits of lost pilgrims, they cheer for you
those lost in this shadow, they’re here for you
their but the dearest few, that couldn’t bear the fruit
but they clear the rooms, leave clues for you to hear our truth
see this through, but maybe a narrow dream, will ensnare you to
that overbearing fear will wear you through
i hope this finds you, and you find your way to me
that you find, within these catacombs, a place for seeds
and if you don’t that you help another that pays you heed
to light the way we seek, to light the way we seek

- anjovi

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