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letra de dead lines - debaser(of sandpeople)

[sapient]
wake waking in the daybreak
it’s okay that my brain aches
another 24 hours of working with no paydays
(forging me) the sculptor is a tempo
disorderly in my neck, but sounds clean in the headphones (let’s)
remember my standards are higher than jerry garcia
in an airplane, and tolerance is lower than desert water
(these days) i dream when i’m awake
still feeling a little too caught up, like the last leaf in the rake
but i’ll be okay, as long as your best work
still isn’t better than my worst
don’t try to bite cause there’s metal in my words
i’m severing the nerves that act like chains
if my name isn’t up in your household (that might change)
but you can get the edited thought version
same words, different person
cause i’m a commercial deterrent
no i do not like the circus so i don’t think i’ll be joining thank you very much
this is the works (the works)

[ethic & sapient]
i can sense your weaknesses, but you can’t sense mine
i bring death to the leeches, and i bring life to the deadlines ahead
that’s what i see, every thread
that i bring is capsulated and measured submentally
(x2)

[ethic]
i’ve reached the point of arrival and have never looked back
i put trust in myself, and have never looked at
the last result
it’s my p-ssion’s fault, the fact i haven’t slept and the plasic broke
on my pen again, entering the ink-deprived (world of the artist)
i wear rings under my eyes
is cold at arms, and it’s an afforded harm
for the opportunity to let legacies live on
when i touch a mic, i punch a clock, and meta-
-morphasize a life that’s not all that
organized, to what you wish you could be
when you visualize yourself moving this loosely
over a beat, it’s morning complete, b-tch
i work alone in a 16-bar sequence
(i turn to stone) while i’m grinding these leaflets
into dirt, this is the works (the works)

[dj cuts]

- debaserof sandpeople

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