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letra de inhale - lord rao

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze]

god bless my right brain, supplying flames infinite (infinite)
retired playing my mind game for stimulus (stimulus)
precise aim, my life flames for idiots (idiots)
i might change my life aim to villainous (uh)
higher than icarus, blow trees like i am ridiculous
some frivolous sh-t, the lion king
divide the trim then i slide it in
like a pimp, i’m like a sultan, you’re like a gimp (ah)
it’s a cold world but old girl got life in ‘er
she’s kinda p-ssed at us though, might wanna buy her dinner
might wanna cry a river when faced with a dire picture
of cataclysmic earthquake straight from a higher scripture
some book-of-revelation type amazing
her eyes are blazing, transforming into the iron maiden
time for change and time is wastin’
i’m in the bas-m-nt while i’m waiting, but i’m impatient (yeah!)
really, i wanna see a better day
instead of pepper-sprayed in the face by great apes and strange aliens
i wanna see the k!lling stop, and settle down
to the point it’s so rare it’s hardly ever found
i wish medical science explored further
so we could cure the cancer we get from your burgers
more murder, more military surplus
till the earth combust, earth to the dust

put some air in your lungs and inhale
take a long deep breath and inhale
put some air in your lungs and just breathe
just breathe, just breathe

we’re suffering major defeats, daily
slaughter each other for paper receipts, shady
i make the cash but it’s making me weak, scaly
i’m out for peace but it’s making me seem crazy
where’re we going? the thin ozone is a scary omen
and guess what? the multinationals are fairly loathsome
environmental collapse, another cash angle
smash the gavel, the value of life is phantasmal
money talks, bullsh-t walks of course – war
makes new money for new pitchforks and horses for daughters
half-life’s touring in porsches
satellites morbidly orbit and warping the thoughts of men
drug dealers selling death in a bag
meth labs, krokodil zombie apocalypse
ominous monoliths
the metropolis lives with his finger on the trigger
such is life, let it linger on and sting ya
while there’s still birds in the sky let them fly
instead of letting them die from pesticides
destabilizing the planet digging for energy
claiming benevolence, but yo, this is the enemy
we take oxygen for granted like a plant must [?]
until the day arrives when the b-st-rds start to charge us
more murder, more military arms bust
till the earth combust, till the burnt husk

- lord rao

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