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letra de face forward (full) - eyedea & oddjobs

you slowly gurgle purple
then purples turn into red
my throat is an inferno
and it whirlpools in my head
i could probably catch my breath
??? i’m like “yea cash my check”
put my sh-t on floor track
record my last c-ssette
bout to die sooner than a tadpole of unmasked flesh
open wounds ??? i get it, death ain’t even a thought in a
bubble
i’m just caught in a blood filled puddle, drowning
???, sound subtle, apprehension, surrounded ???
and i taste iron, coagulation, i see you crying
the smell is almost fragrant, 80 years ???
it makes my tears even somewhat ensued
i don’t want to go to the surface, i heard the clouds are
right there, but i might tear myself gold just so i can
have nightmares, sleep ??? wake up in a puddle of sweat
cuddle my bear, better calm down, and trouble
for the rest, there’s only a few things in the universe that
scared me d-ckless, tuna fish, surplus, relationship
commitment, i remember bringing metal detectors to
the sea sh0r-, nah my bad, i was huntin for treasure, nah i
kinda findin some c4, look under the toilet seat before i could
take a god sh-t, check before you roll up, hidden cameras, ???
i know i’m a good kid, why i just watched bright lights, now i just need a night light because the bed bugs might bight
too scared to watch freddy’s sequel, even if it’s the forty-fifth
i would rather have an orgy with scorpions and porky pig
it’ll be a glorious morning when i can see how brave felt
realizing 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 proud clouds in my caucus
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

(please help me out with the first verse, leave comments and stuff and i’ll consistently update it)

- eyedea oddjobs

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