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letra de claustrophobilus - sin7ven

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[intro]
i have no need for your oxygen
breathing is toxic and wheezing i’m coughing phlegm
dream living opulent
serene visions dominant, i mean shit is fraudulent…

[hook]
sleep sealing my eyes shut, the blinds up
and light shines a wide white spot on my clock
ticking, open one eye, cyclops
listening a while, protagonist of my life caught in a side plot

[sin7ven – verse 1]
sick of trying to organize my mind with the sorting hat
forging tracks, where the blight my nine and three quarters at?
watch your step, marauder’s map, when i see distorted facts
i call ‘em that, of course, am i blind or is the morning black?

resort to force, pinch my tired eyelids to sort ‘em back
exploring damp, warped corners of my psyche, torch in hand
to light the way, nightly byte adventures in the cyberspace
make me feel some type of way like taking pills and live grenades

[hook]

[disjointed – verse 2]

take my hand to candy land, we’ll look at all the candy people
standing in a circle chanting trying to abandon evil
eagle tattered, wings are fractured, bleeding seeps
diseased and shattered, stagger through hazards, placard patterens lathered with fecal matter

dusty keys played with a sad tune
the pianist melancholily works to create what he has to
and hates on the fact too, p-ssion derived came and went
as he got payed by impatient demands soon

[hook]

[verse 3]
frivolous affections, my ambivalent perception
is a prison and i guess i feel a little less connection
with the visions and delirium, bit into mysterious
confection just to see if it was virulent

listen, i don’t care a bit while parrots still live in fear of some pyramids
empirically, you parakeets are parodies, apparently
praying, preaching to choirs believing in liars
kneeling, feeling the fires eating attire seeping with kerosine

[hook]

[disjointed – verse 4]
tenderfooted, the end of couldn’t, the men are hooded
serendipitous lurid colors burst from my pen that’s wooden
write slower than snails swallowing sea sh-lls
stomach acid melting the surface all of you thieves sell

a grievous bystander, quietly slipping grotesque
types of slander, see me wielding a zweihänder
swines pampered by standard parent figures
meander quicker and quicker before having my crimes answered

[hook]

[sin7ven – verse 5]
my mixtape is fireflies, pitch changes, tired nights
ink stains on prior whites, switchblades and cyanide
to kids taking my advice, stick nails inside your eyes
the hip shaking witch dating, shit saying silent type

you idolize, my oh my, what a f-cking joke he is
i hope he gets what’s coming to him, low key prolly choking chicks
awoke at six, fixed my broken lips and twisted character
shadows on the wall quoting, whispering my parent’s words

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