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letra de wake the dead ( still say your name prt2) - coal cash

cause y’all don’t get it, my sense of aesthetic is anoetic
so i said it, when i said it’s embedded in my genetics
poetic when my letters are let it project prophetic
i spread it in faith, and like your face i won’t forget it
it’s headed to grace, whether to wake left this place
regretted mistakes, repet-tive states of apathetic
so i shed it to make a conscious break from the midst of this
mischievous snare as i dare to tear through the chrysalis
promiscuous wear, i never really cared to give a f-ck
corrupt from what i bear and how quick i swear to give it up
live in despair giving my share of nightmares descent
lament from my dreams and it seems i don’t know where they went
spent to depletion, no sense of completion, percentage indecent, attentive teaching, this repet-tive beacon
speaking of double negative never begged to give reason
its seasons for sedative for my compet-tive demons
for needing to be better than best then headed to rest
infest the grotesque hubris till i prove its finessed
i am no less ruthless than the truth i express
i am so vexed stupid from my fruitless success
i have grown so useless so excuse what i jest
cuz i don’t know if i’ve proven if i’m humanly blessed
i’m stupidly stressed, reputedly death, express beautifully depressed
yes, usually a mess, suitably
prove to be less, in unity slept, suppress musically perplexed, yet used to be the best community
i neutrally kept from mutinies rep, exclusively adept at holding breathe and in a nest that was a noose for me
abusively swept, didn’t choose to be left allusively
bereft of respect from a project that had no use for me
i loosely let the words you let to see right through the form
drawn its own conclusion, see right through them when i’m moving on
illusions are gone, no longer fond of what it took to tell
leeches love to eat, i’m bleeding deep just to flip the bills
it looks to k!ll how they see me another noose to tie
supplying the cost to carry the cross on which i’m crucified

[chorus-x8]
nothing seems the same and it’s never gonna change
filled with this pain, still say your name
standing in the rain and the world seems so strange
your memory it wanes, sometimes i say your name

- coal cash

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