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letra de dead weight - mixed blood majority

[hook: joe horton and crescent moon]
blurry eye, big sky, radiator rib cage
pig sty, dirty mind, lucid as a mood swing
lips sink ships, letter home better float
never know when the boat is gonna fold from the dead weight
head case, head south, head, shoulders, knees, toes
lead-based paint chip, chip on your shoulder now
cold bath romance, procreate the poster child
older now, time to hold it down for the sober crowd

[verse 1: joe horton and crescent moon]
[joe horton]
got my doppelganger standing by
same feral tounge, same pheromones, same alibi
same guilty hunch, same narrow bones
you know the type, all take me home and make me moan
in saintly robes and i’ll mistake my confidence for truth
there’s nothing left to do but tell the martyrs that they’re screwed
they paid too much to make that jabberwocky holler at the moon
squalor cooks the doom powder proper
no refunds, no problems, shadows burn the brightest in the hollows

[crescent moon]
follow me down the path, follow me up the block
don’t follow my tracks too close, don’t follow my tracks at all
you finally found a way, finally found a home
you finally changed your face, now face all your fears unknown
the pendulum swings my fate, deliver it with a smile
or leave it here at the gate, i’ll get it after a while
the freedom returns to pain, you gain a ghost
at most from chasing smoke, must’ve followed my tracks too close

[hook: joe horton and crescent moon]

[verse 2: joe horton and crescent moon]
super-liminal thought police, fools taught to speak double
speak subtle, breathe muddled jesus when you see trouble
see trouble leave and there’s a heathen in your tongue in cheek
believing in the secrets you get steeped in when you’re young and cheap
deep puddle, shallow grave/ feet shuffle all the same
high noon burned us long gone but the shadow stays
n0body ever says a prayer for the static prey
they hunt what they don’t have to chase and serve it on a plastic plate

[outro]
don’t look back, there’s another one coming/
another one following your tracks

- mixed blood majority

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