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letra de my heart - bogii

“to burn both ends is to grow brighter than ever before”

take the tackle box and throw it overboard
bolt cutters to the shackles just like we had done before
it’s time for high dining, devouring dreams of higher society
shattering illusions of established propriety
we’re all equivalent at seventy-two inches
so when it comes to digging ditches, burning bridges, tearing down fences
protecting finchеs, and burying religious imagery
i don’t need to be sold a drеam to convince me to sleep
because it’s

anarcho-nihilism when i find my rhythm
but i know something compared to nothing has a higher percentage
of working out, and i have my bouts of doubt when i try to
wrap my mind around the idea of unity and falling out
but. let’s say i’m wrong
let’s say that we’re the full 99 strong
if that were true, it won’t take long
we’d wrap this revolution up before dawn

here’s the thing: machines don’t sleep
so escape is not a thing when it comes to peace
the nail that sticks out is hammered down
so if you try to run, they will run you into the ground
they will make you believe every right is wrong
every up is down, then they
say they’ll keep you safe by making sure you never think for yourself
that they might as well run it all
after all, they’re the wise intellectuals

well mother-f-ck a hissing politician
flashing a dollar for precision for a future to vision, where we’re missing
we the vox populi that are told to work and die
stand side by side, understand how to spot a lie
f-ck their morals that they never had
family values are their latest fad
manipulative brainwashing through our
moms and dads. it’s so sad
well if you wanna’ be a bootl!cker
i will make sure that you f-cking gag
run it back

it’s a gut feeling
there’s only one reason for a villain
exploitation, relocation
making money, so appealing
well if they don’t mind stealing
time to take back our percentage
101 economic lesson
never ever be confessing
get found out and then it’s treason
those screwed over are now seething
ground stained with workers blood seeping
hope you never need to breathe and
get in a line; no last smoke
want final words? that’s a joke
it’s our turn to be cut throat
ready. aim. here we go

never really know when i gotta’ go, when i gotta’ roll
but i know in emerald city i won’t find a soul
only consumption of capital and control
under the guise of destiny to unfold
we must fight for the sacrifices untold
we must follow through into the unknown
“although, uh oh, never, can’t, oh no”
are the ballasts that we shall throw overboard
3, 2, 1, when it’s all done
we’ll finally find our lost sons
take the state drones and
throw them to the dachshunds
forget the funds and the guns
we got our land back from the jump
and if you want it back
come and get some

i’ve been running since the start
it’s the only way i could set myself apart
even if it plays a great risk for my heart
i know a fire burns brighter in the dark
rooftop, two jobs: deliver and don’t get caught
get paid, get away: always need to move on
but when they’re in the way, treat it like a marathon
sometimes you gotta’ sprint, but this time be headstrong
take em’ head on

n-o-g-o-d-s-n-o-k-i-n-g-s
o-n-l-y-m-a-n
yet we do it all again

- bogii

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