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letra de margins - magnificent wingspan

(allpoints)

yo
i’m a break that star apart, a hunger artist;
selling my soul in a sober meat market
blood on the carpet in my tiny apartment
my mind’s in the gutter and my body’s in the garbage
i got nothing left to part with
name in the flame when the pain makes it rain – arson
i’m not far from particle target
without a d-mn clue as to how to move into the margins

if you got skin, carve it;
x marks it, the womb, we’re all doomed and starving;
the body parts in jars were taken from the heartless
i give it to you at a real bargain
five points on the hammer;
i’m sick of this ridiculous image forever molded in plaster;
my disease is a fastener, ritualizing my slow creep of death, x-factor
i’m at the point where the facts hurt;
unconscious mind and symbolism is my master;
steady, flooded by a wise mind chatter;
everybody dies, the devil wanted it done faster;
give a dap, the creator is back;
i want to live and i’m done feeding the rats;
i came from an elevator cable laughing at scr-ps;
part of my paroxysm’s bringing my toxicity back

i flow with a bone to pick, what’s in my t–th;
but i’m all out of hope and sh-t;
a sick, starving vocalist, odious
eyes in the mind, i’m so broken;
i’m a c-ckroach taking it home;
setting a housefire in the same moment
i don’t give a f-ck if pain can take over;
my body and soul are bi-polar

(oscify)

cold to the touch, really don’t know much;
so they put it all away, and they fold it up;
symbolism in a vision, but the lens won’t adjust;
salt on the roads led to holes from the rust;
etiquette, look at your delicate rhetoric;
soon it will crumble facade of the edifice;
everyone’s too much caught in appearances;
ever since humans were thought of as heretics;
what a funny little joke;
people got a tendency to try to fix what ain’t broke
how it is, i’m a guess they know;
same old sh-t, on a different day they though
high energy, unfrozen cryogenically
some get so desperate to try anything;
finally, frankenstein gets an ident-ty;
dr. oscify, this is my century…

… cause i’m caught in a calendar year
reflection is closer than it appears
the gradient, so many different shades of it;
break the grip of agent smith in the matrix
current events? yeah sure, it is;
dropping it all in the cauldron and stirring it;
fascination with the flavor and serving it
last ones to work on it will be the first to quit;
tugging the boat cause i wanted to cope;
the face of the monster under the cloak
when the clock strikes twelve, where the soft light fell;
heard a sound i know well, like a spiral sh-ll
serendipitous, typical infinite ripple;
a picture of historical significance;
rhythmic pulse, biological conduit;
intrinsically written in all music… stupid… do it
…

- magnificent wingspan

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