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letra de underground child - savan depaul

[verse 1]
i’m seeing imperfections in humans
i couldn’t stick around with my soothing music
you may think that i am simply a loony
[?] my part, that’s what you’re assuming
i’m referring to guns and [?]
the people’s [?]
the vernacular seems soothing
to expel hatred and bloodl-st
because [?] acting stupid
[?] bottom the unit
turbo i know but to the dirt i’m well suited
amidst the anger [?] nuisance
and aid their hacksaws and shotguns and many uses
more force enacted upon me than the soul of judas
wanted with bruises
[?] was booted into the afterlife by a manner so abusive
once i was excavated they found thе solution
let’s examine thе sword on which our force fully rooted

[hook]
consecrate the ground that i was pulled out of
i got the fluid, just listen up
they don’t listen

consecrate the ground that i was pulled out of
i got the fluid, just listen now
they don’t listen
[verse 2]
am i fossilized yet? that’s my focus
i got my head split in two like mitosis
it’s just hopeless but i digress
when [?] pressed out of my tight chest
and my eyes stress that i’m quite vexed
my peers k!ll me but still write nice [?]
they’re not lives against full of bright eyed skeps
the cloud of my deaths has passed now
i remember the fateful october 20th
various women [?] wickedness and target us
innocence passing us to the river styx
to serve a grisly fate for me
[?] after torture wounded me
fatally amazingly because of my opinion
and i walked up a steep hill in a suburban setting
i ponder, that’s a voyage i will be regretting
and soon they descended upon my setting, demanding repentance
i refused ’til the [?] commenced and
crucified for my words, correctness and being political
everything, even if lyrical or even whimsical
but return to the fable
you somewhat my elder, the [?]
and stone me within minutes
they’ve thrown me in the well
[?] fell on the deaf ears of the brainwashed
the opinions of the downtrodden stay squashed
the culture that birthed them made it over-scented, the wash cloth
differing opinions made them awestruck and bloodshot
i blame the planet for its inhabitants’ ineptitude
eyes were to be covered with gravel [?]
what did you say? cough fumes
i recount my statements, as i can paraphrase it
[refrain]
die for your words (x12)

- savan depaul

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