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letra de orion's belt - quinton crawford

[verse 1]
staring at orion’s belt
but i’ve never been too grounded
my grandfather might be proud
if i end up pious
but i been
over here fallin’ by the siren
societies ills and karma
arranged all in order
i arrive at the moment
my planet and i are all the same
i wonder, agh
what it could mean
tomorrow
that’s karma as a molecule
alcohol and cycles of
deja vu kaleidoscope

i walk the tight rope
the p-wn’s apostle
the pot and kettle
burns like a memory
so listen, never hesitate
tell myself and then forget
staring at the sun is
the second that i always give
the ceiling fan could answer this
babylon and angel dust
maybe i should stay here
burning this uranium
tomorrow never knows
is this life a miracle?
i couldn’t really say or nothing
pay your tithes
screamin’ f-ck religion
and poppin’ xans
drop her chin
it’s all the same
ironic cause good and evil god and devil
baby girl and chemical
all could be the same word
if you said em different, yeah
think of what i’m saying here
feeling like f-ck a metaphor
and a hand me down
better know the temperature
benzos and benzs
b-tches and an 808
now you f-cking listening
sh-t is just like synesthesia
digital, no pad or paper
wonder where’s the breakthrough
echo chamber of the same words
new endangered species
theories of just one earth
i wish any of it mattered
[bridge 1]
every sign and every flaw
pay your tithes and f-ck the law
sell your soul and k!ll yourself
stash the pistol and disappear yeah

disappear, yeah

say my name and tell me lies
same as everybody else
america and angel dust
a parakeet and barbie dolls
treadmill and a marathon

these drugs
and some metaphors

sell my soul and never change
everyday repeats again
see the signs, i hear the call
doves falling for a lie
p-ssy and the protocol
this d-ck and the military

[verse 2]
i wonder what is missing
inspiration in the ceiling
and i can smell it burning and
i can feel your breathing
and i just wanna leave here
but i can’t see the future
but i can feel the moment
and i believe it’s equal
deja vu and the mona lisa
plant the seeds and hope they grow still
i believe it’s easier with each breath
the leaves in the wind
are like a memory
and a metaphor is nonsense
but maybe that’s the right response
dizzy in a poltergeist
pace until i have a song
a million flaws
repeat the piper
maybe wrong
maybe god
play along and then you die
some might call it suicide
[verse 3]
maybe i will find myself
inside the songs of my own h-ll
i play along and think about
camouflage of the past and future
what’s the use of the institution
pimps still use the same old new story
look in the eyes of a newborn baby
satan says it’s all
in the palm of his left hand
the rest is just guesses
and some of them empty
i wonder what life means
when you talk with a dope fiend
life starts to seem hopeless
the rest are just omens
of the cycle

[verse 4]
pacing to the idle
observations of tomorrow
i won’t continue to follow
falling to the pipe smoke
maybe that’s a lie still
waking to a lion
hair down to my eyelids
dreaded from the hashish
life is just an accident
a million times it happened still
but nothing is the same as this
yeah it means everything you say it does
pay the price and find a dove
violence in your family’s home
drug addiction, rob your children
hope we raise above the ceiling
no one cares, but the trees did listen
lies in the reflection
ripples in the current
fire in the ocean
i’m drowning in this whirlwind
[outro]
yeah
looking for an answer still
wonder where’s the miracle
god is real and we’re all him
divide the atom
love again
moments they will disappear
listen as i open up
what is real and what is not
f-ck the world but show it love
be a father if you could
love the mother, be the world
tell me more or nothing else
when it rains
time will tell

- quinton crawford

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