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letra de moments in nothing - dirty dike

i’m on a horse back travelling to see the king
scavenging on people in the city that i’m deep within
(seeing things) pretty colors and color sequences
streak of p-ss, leaving with the demon and the bleeding wrist
i’m dreaming in a scene of bliss
the scene is same as being rich
a self-made believer and the teacher didn’t teach me this
all teacher did was teach me to be mean to kids
and that being rich is what the height of all achievement is
and just to think i would believe this sh-t
but i still turned rebell on the self-inflicted evil tip
(so what’s next?)
hot-headed with a complex
p-ssed of and fexed[?] like a tower-blop[?] bomb threat

hours lost in a world where they show you nothing
now i’m off with a girl to go and grow to something
bow a nod if you feel the world, just show your love
and tell you what the f-ck it means instead of what is known for bluffing

i’ve reached the kings lair
clammered of mine [?] horse
searching back and forth for a pattern in this m-ssive thought
now just imagine you were happy like you were before
learning from a p-ssion and the p-ssion is the words you talk
my satisfaction ain’t in captioning my dirty thoughts
feeling like i’m turning from a genet to a herbivore
dream inside the planets ’till we vanish in a burning storm
or simply manage to establish that our worth is more
i feel ember-ssed i’m not earning mort[gage]
but if i actually admit it, sanity is all i’m working for
not a salary i couldn’t pay the rent with
i’m clinging to the hopes of being happy in this death wish

i’ve met the king know
turns out the guy’s a pr-ck that lived inside my mind since i turned to crime in ’96
churning rhymes in this dirty life that i exist
writing scripts to orchestrate my lies like a flying fist
a state of awful higher symptoms of lying p-ssed, dying quick, riding on my bike through this pile of sh-t
“why is this?” is the question all myself’s asked
destined to be depressed or rested with the h-lls past
i guess i made an estimation and i fell fast
never payed attention and never made my wealth last
i pedaled death that’s the message that they stuck in me
kicked me on my feet untill i fell to my f-cking knees

- dirty dike

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