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letra de war - nick zazove

pink ribbons spurn her mood-
none other than me. i’m sick
i’m split like the groove ofr a chain. gang

(bang)
ripped like a broken fuse
her name is amber. timbre
rounding the bar like the stake in my heart. that’s-
(cheesy but focused news)

only one choice: make it or break it
i chase it to pace the appraisal’s repayment
(you lose)

i am a profit for succor, that-
buffers for rocket men plunging through c-ckpits
i am a sucker for prophets who-
thrust in som knee-ak and fingerbang honor-
with jesus. tell me if lolla was premium-
dump me then f-ck me then run to the aegis-
if this is what matters then gods are the people
this i will fathom then f-ck till i’m evil

i am the loch ness to foxes that-
ruffle my chains and then sock me for bottles-
(the jagermeist). only the modest survive-
in a pool full-a oiled up b-tches and sponsors
(conquer). tell me if columbine heeds to him-
feeds him the fire to bronx my attire-
if this is what matters then follow the free throw
this i will fathom then f-ck till i’m equal

i am the clockwork of orange-
divorced from the pink elephants on my porcelain
(force it). hands on my 5′ o’clock shadow-
the p-ssy in me purified in a crack home
(backbone). i roll up my sleeves for the phalanx
to build walls that break chains which hang on my payday
if this is what tatters then borrow my zeros
which i will fashion to f-ck till i’m peaceful

i am the fattest of gods-
in the midst of a war between pigs and the backdrop
i am the man in the middle-
who clutches his tale for the name of a castoff
only a thin line that separates-
truth from a pride that don’t know its agenda
farce of a plan or a narcissus act
i subvert my bloodline for man till i crack
(hah!)
we are the zombie parade
we go invertebrate if we’re contained
we smile for cameras, live to forget
we dial up damage, -ssimilate change
i live in a plastic world. i live like a plastic girl
i fit in the actor’s mask. i sit in the aftermath
i dip when the splash bubbles capital cash

one for the money, two for p-ssy and showbiz- allo-
cating roses whiter than the noise slicing foes
i’m a b-tterknife. spangling the throes up high with guttersnipes
indirect accomplice by design, reigning your colored stripes
i hold in a captive furl. i whirl into active quarrels
conferred an -ss-ssin’s cure
one mind, two abraxas furrows. we live in a shackled world. stand pure
to the east and set. shy glamour for an easy pledge
bipolar with an easter egg
that’s a nation in disguise, i am reaching death
hang gliding into needled specs. we dance
we advance. weed hash out a pipe dream
wear it like the knight between the stained gl-ss and light beams
i am not a hero i’m an effigy. i am not the-
zero that’s inscribed on your milk carton canopy
i wish i had the strength to be. more than me
more than secondary time. martyred in the seams
as the leader of a counterrevolution for the 100%ers
i am your local vendor and your favorite dissenter
i am the night i am the light
i am the night and i am to spite
i will take to riveting heights
i will make you forget why you fear me-
i’m life

- nick zazove

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