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letra de haphazard tragedy - event horizon

just a young dumb dunce having fun
its a decent day
sh-t’s radical

(chorus)
i’m a big strong man
my destiny is in my hands
little crude on the offensive
i’m young so everything’s expensive

i’m a flaming meteor crashing down to earth like hindenberg
the pain is worse than ignores or scorns and stings as much as an acid burn
how about i start a war instead how do you like that table turn
really gonna pick up that gun and try to k!ll me yeah are you sure
if you can’t help than what are you doing anything for

elohim essaim elohim essaim x2

please god notice me i am stuck in the corner
can’t see over these borders
it’s far too late and i cannot cross over
my mother and father
said that one day i’ll be taller
i’m not cannon fodder
stand up and work harder
make my shoulders broader

bust through the boarder, i will
find the d-ck who trapped me , i’ll k!ll
telling me (there’s)
h-ll in me (i)
feel the heat (but)
i know what i say i’ll walk through the flames
i don’t care if it hurts so i’ll endure the pain

i’ll stay up late and never hit the sack
guess you took the bait cause i am never looking back
make sure to your rival you’re the edison to his tesla
always stand on top and jettison the rest, huh

i call my room my cave, my el dorado
blasting punk
get f-cked up
getting drunk
on my 100 casks of amontillado
montresor no fortunato
i’m the king with a cardboard crown
can’t prove my fame if i tell you my name
just check my face dna is in the files
i’ll drive a hundred thousand miles
just to prove the same
thing i told everyone around
throw me in the pound
i’m a loose hunting hound
canine vigilante in my home of oblong oddities
on common commodities
and a top notch tease
in a compliment factory
you’re just a crotchety wannabe
full of unlawful hipocracy
and animous atrocity
f-ck off my property
go enjoy some family activities
and sit on your vinyl recliner
i’m dirty. i’ll be your signal receiver
give the wrong image and be a signal deceiver
what’s your purpose?
are you worth it?

(chorus)
i’m just a normal kid
my talents are too well hid
so busy i can’t pay attention
i’m young and even i can’t find them

in a while i’ll be dead meat like carc-ss washed up along the sh-r-
i’m f-cking vulgar you’re sitting over there filtered and pure
once in a while i’ll give up and leave my paper torn
but i’ll get up dust myself off and walk through the open door
one day i hope my music will get to the public and you guys will start a new uproar

give me the time
i’ll be flipping the dime
watch it land on my side
i’m the man who makes the fates collide
but after all the talk of shame
the only way to make it into the hall of fame
is if i shot your brains and clog the drains
rule the worlds under my castle reign

but i see them looking down on me
down from their ivory peaks
cubans above the clouds in cashmere sweaters
i’d climb but i’m feeling a little bit under the weather

so i’ll kick it in h-ll
i’m like hank hill with these cocaine and dope strain accessories
honestly i’m h-lla faded
my conscience is elevated
astral project and spectating
me masturbating
but i’m just waiting
for a great and powerful force to take me off of my -ss so i won’t be degrading
( not god )

waking up to chaos and yawning
sound of a helicopter bombing
smell of napalm in the morning
i’m warning you
i’m a small screwball, but tall in the mind war
guess that i got caught
thought that i was a lot
too hot to handle
monica lewinsky scandal
suck my c-ck and fondle my b-lls

deadlock on my bot shot
miss and make the flock squawk
farmer starving so i give him a hog chop
hey knock knock
brought a crock pot
a tomahawk
shamrock
and whatnot
long walks and chalk on
concrete blocks on main street
these thoughts that made me
what a shock
got my doubts in a headlock
conduct an army like bach
what’s up doc

stone cutter’s bones worth another sewn
b-tton thrown on a man pr-ne
to being alone
so no lover’s quarrel
get him a clone
get him in the zone
sharpen his wits with a whetstone
blown through a trombone
hit a xylophone
arachna not a phobe
but a phile
postpone the cyclone
unknown to your own
crowning drone
with a full blown
testosterone megaphone

why i gotta tell you to leave me alone
in three different ways
i’m not the rosetta stone
i’ll chug some cabernet
in the cabinet
turn a morning cafe
into a dinner buffet
drunk at eight
never look away x5

f-ck

(chorus)
i’m a little weak boy
my life is a toy
i’m too rude and future’s been suspended
i’m so young
and everything’s so expensive

- event horizon

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