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letra de black sun - flacco

send help when you hear this transmission
lost in a flank ocean full of statisticians
you can spoon feed me clarity or send me to therapy
wind in my willows and i’m on my way marilyn
body full of toxins since the cleanse the day before
fueling the fight to keep the spirits out the door
napalm in my palm, [?] for sure
stay calm in these songs melodically matured
pure as uncut colombian, sensible potentiable i might just crack
if i hear another decibel of syllables and ad-libs
wiped of a plant bibs here’s of the tag kids
but what can we do, we’re rolling back the time like we shattered the odometer
would not make sense if visions were truly ocular
the big black binoculars, follow me through alley ways
bruises on my arm, had a mailstorm of a stormy day
jigsaw come out and play
swimming in the sand dunes
looking for my uncle in a vhs of looney tunes
to relive the glory years
hold back the reary tears that left my body when you vanished of the stratosphere
father, son forever till the carbon atoms dominate
liquor through the liver till the warm harded past your breaks plastered of of russian cages, yelling “this is my house”
if anyone have seen him let me know bout his whereabouts
could easily be me before my 30th birthday
buried in the soil where the seeds of the earth lay
married to the foil that were wrapped around my chest
and persistent till the point that you would think i was obsessed
scabs on my fist but never cuts on my wrists
that fatal first attraction with sarine dipedis
it was brought about by [?] and mewled by oedipus
singing songs about the snake bite that tasted venomous

have you ever smelled chaos
soldier sold for ten blank faces as a payoff
burned 11 copies of ferris bueller’s day off
but over consumed like a fat bernie made off
i’m the last person to be lectured on sacrifice
you’re all just tiny grades and one big burl sack of rice
ants and the periphery, bamboo to the back to create the perfect symphony
scales on the body of the rainbow fish
a yellow sun and gold coins like a young kids wish
from playing head-shoulders-knees-and-toes-knees-and-toes
to the deconstruction of where the red fur truly grows
i know where it truly grows

- flacco

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