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letra de circuitry - io.hiphop

[verse 1]
i’ve been wondering what’s the goal
trying to figure out what’s in my soul
feeling some memories, lost smiles, i’ve been
compressing contention a long while now
here’s the problem i’ve been feeling
maximize the ceiling
transformers won’t step me up enough to fill this
battery inside my chest
i let it rest
but dammit if it’s not depressing when another
friend comes round
to use you for a noun
i’m shuttering out loud at
how utterly disgusting you sound
i’m sitting open, warm
inductors ready to absorb the storm

hush please, hun see, i’m not hungry for what you’re selling me
take your false, lonesome infidelity
from the imaginary of resistivity
define “impedance,” please?
i’ve seen the circuitry
of an unearthly breeze
rip the heart out mercilessly
from every person she meets
i’ll never agree with the
way that you throw your judgments round
basing your merriment upon another’s frown
in my world, love is earned, love is gained, love is unperformed
love is beyond the short circuits that your shallow brain’s reformed

[chorus]
you’ve been
stealing from me, using my teeth
i’ve been
waiting around, silent and proudly
you’ve been taking it all, giving back ashes
i’ve been locking my door
can’t take no more of you

[verse 2]
alright, now that i’ve got that off of my chest
i feel better, i take a breath
i let it go, i learn to grow
i reset the clever shelters of my home
you will never see between the lines
if it’s too difficult to return my
outstretched arms
take this alarm
take my coulombs
power up the gluttons until they’re seeing stars

it’s a simple task to outlast
the cr-ss and radio static of these b-st-rds
they plaster smirks upon their masks
and save face faster than i can discharge capacitors
love’s not a shoe that fits
worn for style, fashion, and convenience
yet it’s offered like a gift with minute ambivalence
subst-tuting equivalences

i’ve filtered out some frequencies
ethical hpf’s reduced their interference with me
the flux they produced would not corroborate in harmony
so i took myself out of series
you may beg and plead ‘til you’re blue in the head
but you’ll never draw a current from me again
one last look behind
and you’re gone
powered off and out of mind

- io hiphop

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