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letra de i4i (get even) - deadpan

[intro: savesomeone]
remember what they wrote was an eye for an eye
can’t you see the joke? yeah, the whole world’s blind
leave ’em with the rope and i’ll let them make their minds
man, i really hope that they choke on their lies
remember what they wrote was an eye for an eye
can’t you see the joke? yeah, the wholе world’s blind
leave ’em with thе rope and i’ll let them make their minds
man, i really hope that they choke on their lies
yeah
[verse 2: gao the arsonist]
frozen
pluck out eyes for power like odin
cut through the darkness with the powerlines broken
why the f-ck would i allow ’em my own then?
paradise stolen from the paralyzed
owed them blood so i outsourced
no outcry or mouth sores open
scabs picked, scabbard picked out, sword chosen
throw his body out for the ocean
i will not be swallowed up
if the wind too cold then flip your collar up
i will put a bullet in your back before you follow up
could have been either one of us, just waiting ’til tomorrow comes
empathy was borrowed but
now the boy is hollow
i do not feel sorrow for the weak
i do not feel sorrow for the weak
i do not feel sorrow either bury or you burrow and i picked
i do not feel sorrow for the weak
i do not feel sorrow for the—

[verse 3: deadpan]
tense sh-t since six, headwinds been beckoning
directionless hedge grifts: dead reckoning
fed a bit of excrement to the leprosy-stricken peasantry just to make sense of ‘em
welted limbs tethered to chests littered with pestilential ribbed embellishments
indebted kin of breckenridge try to save face but exchange rates became fixed, you’re not selling it
ready, set, skim, and swept the blessed tithing
helpless kids and b-tch winners wept when i kept my findings
“flex that silver metal lining and get hexed,” said simon
silent, signaled steps in severed signing
f-ck
get behind ‘em, crept inside his ever-cherished flesh eyelid, steady-minded
pocket empty, slipped my trauma in it
and slit his neck for precious, unending regrets that left me blinded
[outro: deadpan]
at the edge of the world, only one of us can get what we need
and i can promise you right now that it’s gonna be me
at the edge of the world, only one of us can get what the f-ck we need
and i can promise you right now that it’ll be me
you can just wait and see

- deadpan

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