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letra de cain - samuei

living cautiously like similes not written in a song yet
denial of ident-ty and living as the wrong s-x
create our own problems
imprisoned in our concepts
seeking order, teaching laws, religion is the wrong step
and mom’s vexed
at least the memories occur
but independent living at just seventeen’s absurd
have a relationship with god although i;ve never seen a verse
but it’s stuck on life-support, i’m thinking ‘let him dream, he’s cursed’
two tramps, bruised hands, fighting over food stamps
and you complain about your life and wonder why you ain’t a true man?
noose hangs, end-result just might release a new man
there’s a solution for the losers saying life is ‘too bland’
now it’s nine a.m but the eleventh minute sticks
terrorism’s definite but heaven is a myth
the devil is a rebel screaming ‘step into the ditch’
he keeps on pedalling and pedalling the pedals in the pit, and life and death are entwined
and hope is just loud
but tell me what will happen when the both are took down
the purest of all muds still makes an ogre look wild
beneath the darkness and the hatred’s just an overlooked child
and we’re seeking a release to that army of feelings
that’s why rebellion is partly appealing
take off the jewels, take off the shoes, take off the cardigan even
come let’s recreate the garden of eden
can’t anyone else see the noose on your necks? that lil old ring, that trill gold bling
add gold, add diamond to the front of the name, but they’re still called chains
i met the devil last night

he said maybe i don’t wanna be the bad guy…
i met the devil last night..

i..i met the devil

he said maybe i don’t want to be the bad guy..
i met the devil last night
i met the..

and happiness is –
wait! leave him alone!
black guy hitting on a white and he’s beat to the bone
life fleeing from his eyes as his blood begins to drain
i just watch as he stamps away the colour in his face
i return to my thoughts, i’m thinking ‘why, jesus?’
then time freezes, body motionless, my eyes leave it
now i’m hovering
think they call it omniscience
my eyes cover him, discovering, something f-cking bothering
i’m in this dreamlike state
but what i see is clear
expecting hatred in his eyes but all i see is fear
then he spoke to me
his voice like poetry
questionable actions but his words were like the glowing sea
i asked him why he’s doing what he’s doing
he replies
‘i’m just conforming to my essence’
didn’t understand
so i was nauseous for a second
but then i realised that maybe there was more to his confession
maybe favourable ident-ty is more than just a blessing
what you sposed to do when darkness says you’re born to be a menace
then time continues again
and his frown is now a grin
his eyes turn to me
and i am now about to sprint..

i met the devil last night..

(it may be bad to be infamous, it’s worse to be unknown
would you rather be hunted or eternally alone?

- samuei

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