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letra de rose of a new thorn - esh & the isolations

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got a lot of hurt in him, symptom of an open breast
last straw, then he barbered up the rolodex
it’s all who you know, and who i know is no one
thought i knew myself but was like “baby that is no fun”

iggy with a shirt on, lou without the drag
chased a friendly dragon then maneuvered out the back
that was my advance, i’ll recoup and then relax
stupid, when i rap it’s like a f-kushima blast

alas, weight of the world – atlas’ traps
you can keep that plastic trash
alright, dude, peep it. i only trust the eye i can’t see with
poltergeist, keep your dirt mitts off the zenith, i mean it

what’s it mean to be a dreamer?
the shaman’s deceased; the new priests are meme-rs
who all got us thinking the same thing at the same time
our concern is maintaining our mainline

f-ck that sh-t, i’m dylan singing we are the world
out of step, out of touch, unfurled

and proud of it

feeling like you don’t belong can feel kind of funny
‘til you realize you don’t belong to n0body
so, that’s pretty cool

let me break it down so you can understand
you ain’t getting duped, man, you ain’t getting scammed
i am the hand of a universal plan
not a fan? cool, i’m a human not a brand

toast to the poet’s soul, liver be d-mned
it’s real from the 1st to the 21st gram
witness to the birth of a sacrificed lamb
your smile’s all white veneers, nice tan

daddy bought you diamonds, daddy bought you gold
but daddy can’t buy you backbone or soul, no

cuddled up with gaia, did it for the nookie
you angered your messiah when you grabbed her by the p-ssy

don’t do that

built a little valhalla. holler, where my vikings at?
vinyl while i’m chopping up garlic for the psychic vamps
poison ivy like the cramps, calling cuz i got the itch
chasing tail like a dog, never thought that life’s a b-tch

sh-t, i’m an american, there’s way too many guns here
garbage in the frontier, chief shedding one tear
i was sold fear, but i wasn’t moved a c-nt hair
i was busy accidentally conjuring your bugbear
whoops

a 3-card tarot deck, picked the fool
never give it up, there’s too much power in the ritual

and the incantation

rose of a new th-rn, grew up out the chop shop
heat up a scene as lukewarm as a watched pot

dot, dot, dot…

- esh the isolations

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