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letra de face forward - eyedea & oddjobs

(oddjobs)
blue slowly gurgles purple
then purples turn to red
my throat is an inferno, and a whirlpool is my head
i can hardly catch my breath
get my -ss some rest
any last request?
i ask a jest
i’m like yeah cash my check
put all my sh-t on four track
record my last c-ssette
about to die soon in a typhoon of unmasked flesh
open wounds
oh who was i kidding?
death ain’t even a thought in a bubble
i’m just caught in a blood filled puddle
drowned and puzzled
troubled sound
subtle apprehension
surrounded
well it comes from the fountain
i taste iron
feel coagulation
i see you’re crying
the smell is almost fragrant
aching ears from hearing it ooze through me
it makes my tears even somewhat soothing

mommy i don’t want to go to the circus
i heard the crowd’s right there
but i might scare myself to go, just so i can have nightmares
peaceful sleep is quite rare
wake up in a puddle of sweat
curl up in my bed
about to calm down, and struggle to rest
there’s only a few things in the universe that scare my d-ck limp
silver fish, ???, relationship, commitment
i remember bringing metal detectors to the sea sh0r-
i thought i was hunting for treasure
naw. i was at the end of the sea. a bowl
looking at the toilet seat before i take a good sh-t
checking for your rolled up hidden cameras
wood ticks
i know i’m a good kid
what?
i just watched fright night
now i’m going to need a night light
the bed bugs might bite
to scared to watch freddy sequels
even if it’s the forty fifth
i’d rather haven an orgy with scorpions and porky pig
it will be a glorious morning when i can see her brave felt
realize there’s nothing to fear, but fear itself

face, face, forward, forward
stand, stand, torture, torture

[verse 2: eyedea]

as an individual i became the systems target
now i close my eyes and dream of a governor’s pardon
i don’t want to die they lied when they said women will target
i hope they crowd clouds in my carc-ss
sometimes you got to lose your head to find out where your heart is
twenty three years since me and freedom departed
we tolerate them methodically cultural cleansing
by the imperials promoting holocaust and spiritual carnage
the cat that pulled the lever considers himself an artist
i can’t blame my group or department or even the sargent
six hours six minutes and six seconds until my last meal
the disintegration of my distance already started
beads of sweat evolve from my head as my hands tremble
my cheeks have become a creek from the water of my windows
and i’m not telling you this because i think your gonna care
i’m saying it for the simple fact that i’m scared

face forward, stand tortured
you can never get to close to the darkness

- eyedea oddjobs

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