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letra de death comes your way - philter

[intro]
now you could be a leaf in the breeze or a dust mote
or the blood on the blade of a cut-throat
or the lamb
or a man, stranded in the tide til’ he drifts into the sand
you could play the victim
you could be the scammed
you could be the conquered people of the land
you can be deceived
you can be the reed
you could be the clear cut wood, or the seeds

[verse 1]
grow roots, stretch out, expand
mimic an old man’s lines on his hands
the rich man’s time slips by like a serpent
because it can’t be bought from a merchant
stains won’t come out with detergent
out, d-mn spot, out!
but it’s permanent
so we’re burnin’ it
pain, we’re earnin’ it
ask why i gaze up to the firmament

[verse 2]
so make haste, a standstill stuck in place
stardust, we’re all just stuff in space
it’s tough to grasp, but we must embrace
and some will come to wonder “what the f-ck is fate?”
it is or it isn’t, it wasn’t or it was
we’re dying to rig the system with a switch or a plug
we tinker and we nudge, it’s an addiction of us
to put our hands on it and snap a stick in the mud
but time is infinite, and the clock’s an instrument
for you to watch it all tick past in increments
but if there was a dream, then we’re all convinced in it
all kinds of brilliant minds and simpletons
i’ve heard it said that the eyes are the windows in
they shine and dance like bonfires in the winterwind
cause’ there’s a light within and if you find you begin to smell smoke
it’s ’cause i use the rhymes as kindling

[verse 3]
round and round we go, we got to go off what we know
round and round we go, til’ we all end up alone

- philter

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