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letra de liberal arts - oddjobs

[verse 1: advizer]
people are just paperclips and staples i keep passing
all the cables switching stages in my fatalistic waste of paper
sit and take your pay, it’s just the way in which you wanna make a difference
in the course of everyday existence is a bliss
take into account a huge amount of gloom and knowledge shrooms
about who is outside of the uses while the sky is blue
when clouds are proof surviving rule, we find it truly bind advances
assuming you now can’t be human attributed, now

[verse 2: crescent moon]
a woman or man by hurting himself alone stand
taking mattеrs into their own hands
life’s unpredictablе along with all its rituals
its soul as it unfolds along with individuals
outlook in the book, you write your own chapter backwards
then sit back and look at what you captured after
everybody’s falling, just falling in place
holding onto our beliefs in this cauldron of sp-ce

[verse 3: advizer]
staring at my pain, asking “is it really real?”
then i prove my point by stabbing the missed achilles heel
feeling still his stature’s the plaster that actually capture
the human better than this massive mess of matter
i’d rather read the most freakish achievements and believe em
it’s like rapping as a cold blooded k!ller when mean streaking
it’s getting iller than a twin peaks dream sequence
artist takes the far fetched, turns it to reason
[verse 4: crescent moon and advizer]
art is an expression, a reflections of our actions
it’s a window to our madness and a portrait of our passions
we absorb it in fractions, i record it when i’m rapping
gets distorted, contorted, of course it can happen
well how funny, i feel blue, now my painting is too
it’s like i’m looking at you but you ain’t looking at me
somehow my dream came true, a universe to live through
but it died as soon as i tried to push it too deep

[verse 5: advizer]
and it goes… 3, 4, 5, 6, seesaw slide quick
to the other side, realize that’s what life is
never judge your self content til you cease to exist
don’t dismiss it as pessimistic, there’s a reason for this
and it’s kinda like a sacrifice to the afterlife
of all your possessions, material and otherwise
i pass the time trapped inside a vocal booth with no hopes of proving
aspirations, fascinated by the n0ble truth

[verse 6: crescent moon]
well, you’ll probably die tomorrow in a puddle of your sorrows
to live for today and steal what you can borrow
don’t worry about others cuz you ain’t their priority
those who trust them are the ones who cry normally
everyday’s an audition for your five minutes of fame
they won’t remember your name if you ain’t playing the game
so you can kick the bucket on a yacht or in a cardboard box
we got your suits, you can start picking locks
[outro: advizer and crescent moon]
taking everything i know and all the thoughts i ponder
i’m left to go right but my rights are getting wronger
and my nights are getting longer, staying up procrastinating
debating our placement from opinions we’re formulating
feeling like i’ve been awake for longer than you’ve been alive
without innovating, there’s no other way to survive
taking a side in a standpoint, a clearer perspective
without beliefs, you’re an android with no direction

- oddjobs

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