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letra de mobius strip contortion - cunabear

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i replaced your imported memories with a fascination towards me
and a willingness to see the world

impervious to golden spears and intricacies
oblivious to your worth or your ancestry

work yourself up on a caffeine binge
drain your body of all necessary fluids
vitals capsized
all men overboard
system shutdown
(error error)

paper boats weren’t meant to carry all this weight
(let’s play battleship and this time we raise all the stakes)

how many men does it take to hold up society?
(how long until god starts designated driving?)

[hook]
twist and turn my planet mobius
there’s green in them hills and i think you’ll find
7 wonders of the world bear chaos of a different kind

(chaos is power enriched by the heart)

from the mindlessness of mankind towards the kind man
d-mn
and what’s the plan
if this all spills and spoils?
self sacrificial vices suicide to end your turmoil?

(hi!)

i have eyes the size of dinner plates
hazy, red, and irritate
i’m also the patron saint of patron saints

(blind eyed sheep still remember how to congregate)

view this room from another point of view
adjust your att-tude
hope your clothes match your mood
i could never get used to living in your shoes

(it’s not my shoes you have to fill
you’ve got your own troubles to lose)

teach me somethings only you could ever know
like how it feels to think you hold the whole world on a string
show me some place only you could ever see
like where the love received starts to blend with lucid dreams

and i double-dog dare you to tamper with my temperament b-tch
fight me while we midnight drive and watch the left lane switch
don’t mistake my kindness for weakness
i’ll break your neck in the same hands you’ve been fed with

tear down your mental blocks one by one
the holy grail of consciousness
personified by one trippy son of a gun
itchy trigger finger on his tongue

(bang)

i falter easy at the slightest quiver in my steps
(i crumble softly at my name on your breath)
i halt all progress on my life for 10 minutes of mental digest
(i bathe in opportunity to dis-ssemble the community)

(i am an oak tree that lifts the branches of his fellow sapplings)
i am the moment of release before your girlfriend reaches climax
(i am held to a standard unbeknownst to the history of men)
i am home to all my devils
present past and future tense

i’m the best and worst of friends
i think too much and play pretend
i’m sure my mobius strip will iron out flat
but it still hasn’t happened yet

(hook x3)

directly correlate your sk!ll at dating sims with your amount of m-st-rbation
(if you went outside more often you’d probably never have a problem)
but real girls are b-tches and sl-ts and prudes
(they don’t like p-rn and they don’t send nudes)

i think the message of misogyny is long past expiration
we could use a renewal on some empathy
though i don’t think they’re understanding
too busy trying to find a savior for rape culture

fameless human being
men working
wife cooking
children playing

sociopath blessed by the almighty word of the abandoning stepfather above
i think i’d have night terrors over dreaming american
i’d risk the yellow spots over digging holes to bury all my fellow zeros and heroes
i wasn’t much for promises but i kept one for miss zeroni

it’s an endless cycle of this bullsh-t
(if only, if only)

- cunabear

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