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[intro]
don’t know if i’m afraid of death no more…
good
think my health’s about to go…

[infinite monoverse]
i know the winter wants me
wants the wind in my wings
guess i’ll beat ’em to it
ransom that sh-t
hands wring, like they woulda done better
f-ck their whines, with a knife
in my mind; in my sweater
sweating and seedy
blocking out the heathen within my dreams
blocking out the season’s stampede
or there’s no reason to breathe
clamp my eyes to the road so i don’t die to a ford
chantin’ lies that we’re told when we greet in the morn’
standing alone in a field of swaying faces of veal
plans congeal
at the feeling of them stealing my veil
champion zeal feel too much; must be fake, take a vole
in my talons, no talent required, it’s jacksonville
i’d squire a sire, but how could i travel
with a word stuffed throat?
and a coat plucked of feathers
this chirp a bell? it better
or you’re more unknowing than you look
f-ck a book
read the air, read your bros, read the mirror
creepin’ slow, the lack of care
smack a baby live on air
bonus points if skin ain’t fair
or it’s ugly as a glare
just make sure the audience feel guilty…
anyways, sorry
ya’all know how i be
preachy
with no peaches you can stare at on the screen
no “we;” it’s the me show
24/7, but you ain’t see no sh-t
creatures in the seaweed
see ’em weaving; minnows, harmless
’til fresh me revealed
pesky they be when destiny lies at the right mortician’s feet
a twitching beak all that’s left of the mighty phoenix treat
garbage… (garbage)
don’t howl
they’ll make a nostalgia play
give ’em two or three decades
comin’ this summer break
live action, 4-d, with a darlin’ face
critics promise their indifference, but the box office conquered
concurrently, i’ll be sippin’ lean out this oscar
i got from breakin’ and tamin’ novice stars to the clockwork
“father…forgive me,”
with fresh offerings at the altar
score these marks like they’re pottery
want me to prince up their pauper
and i’ll lift ’em up proper
if they bleed for my posture–i’m not an archer
i get past the armor you got with desperate barter
by breathing
by partic-p-ting
sound of
precipitation all around us
m-ffle my footsteps as i prowl up
shape you with a router
the aesthetics of rowdiness, and the actions of a cowardly sh-t
welcome to the cream…
welcome to the dream…

redundant know that be, but hey, you k!lled for these formalities
these dressings on the house you had
corral got morale worn out? you’re needing more now
(f-ck every song i write’s the same)
i gotta bang, but my shame k!lls the bang
rip the fang out my heart
i need to part from the tart
it’s wearing on me, bad, ow
word out…

[outro]
don’t think i’m afraid of death no more
no more, no more, n-n-no more, no more, don’t
think i’m afraid of death noooo more!
no more, no more
no more, no more…

- kig v2

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