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letra de the siren song - mars ill

[verse 1: manchild]
she’s h-ll on cassette but she’s heaven on the microphone/
i’m full grown distain for pleasures, pain, fire and rain/
try the same blessed methods where the walk and mountains are blamed/
and playing a flashing neon sign so the world can learn the name/
take the bad moonrise in her eyes and ???? with color/
silently screaming, believing heightened senses hold the key/
battling uprisings, move the tide, take a smile at poseidon/
a cracked glass at my bedside, take a sip at lonely midnight/
sit tight, there’s a surprise or two around that blind mans curve/
katty corner to omnipotent, she bellows “she’s got some nerve”/
“do not disturb” is scrawled across my pair of sleeping eyelids/
i would have rocked the party, but they told me i wasn’t invited/
a cross-bred hybrid, bearing cross talk and minds bent/
been known to enjoy a little too much poetic license/
assigning mornings, a th-rn in your side, 9 to 5/
then clock out as that pebble in your shoe, how do you do/
yeah, you know me, i’m the process, you got addicted to me slowly/
i’m a means to end in sight, how about that gratitude you owe me/
row the boat, or let it crash upon the rocks until it’s gone/
the siren does karaoke and she knows your favorite song, so sing along

[verse 2: jax]
isn’t it funny how the closer you get to goals being reached/
the sweet sound of the siren breaches/
and pulls at the most finely tuned strings of the souls controller/
just that longer ride wrote that secret code is cracked/
pressing the b-ttons is a session, the left right, start with a selection/
to play this game that we call life, some are lulled by the lullaby/
contemplating suicide or knife slices/
yo, there’s been times where my eyes cry/
because i’ve fell victim to the vixens voice/
the choice is made where we meditated wrong/
but my guilt became soothed by the sirens song/
it’s like a melody manipulates my every move/
her omnipotence makes it hard for me to show her proof/
actions accommodate to the ways that the waves crash/
that the bravest couldn’t navigate for the passing fears/
so dance to a tune of ruins/
seductive, when the two are combined, it equals nonproductive/
direction, please, focus your perception/
and listen to your heart, that’s how you scramble her reception

[verse 3: manchild]
it’s the walk of shame, blind drunken stupor/
i’m stumbling over blood alcohol level, shadowboxing with the future/
rocking two for one techniques, you forgot to stop and think/
about the direction of your next 12 steps, headed towards perfection/
one foot in front of the last, passerby grabbed a picture/
but she’s standing by the cliff and she’s gripping a fifth of liquor/
this sister sipping your soul, slipping visions that she offered/
listen close to what she’s spitting, you’re fishing in troubled waters/
but she intrigues me still, i don’t want her song to stop/
that’s why thousands here before me drifted slowly to the rocks/
she knows just what we’ve got and she can see the way i felt/
how to try to change the world but n0body wanted to help/
so i stand face to face with the time that i can’t waste/
about to put a dent in the side of the antichrists fan base/
dig in with my heels, work the field, and change the landscape/
make naysayers eat their words and choke upon their bland tapes/
fan blades turns man everywhere to slaves/
understand greatness and humility and patience and denial/
but she’s h-ll on the record and she’s heaven on the airwaves/
next time you hear the siren, change the station on the dial

- mars ill

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