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letra de the priziest horse - sole

i’m not the priziest horse or the cl-ssiest fighter
with shattered gl-ss in my voice
writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; i’m still
counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
in fact i make love with electric outlets
in my sleep, it’s all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
when i’m awake, it isn’t much different. it’s not them versus us
the battle wages over future addictions
something’s missing, and i can’t quite focus on it
oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
they’ll never find me as long as i keep smudging off into the background
and continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
(why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
i’ve been a rock as long as i’ve lived
since everything has to be a n0bel prize winner
i should’ve quit when i saved the ozone
i should have known if i can’t feel the ones i came with, it’s a good time to rest
and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
make an angel on the beach or pick a bouquet in your garden
call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
watching friends drag by cause they can’t look at the scars under your eyes
burned to h-ll covered by locusts, they’re trying to quote us
now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless t-tles
i won’t forget, the little things escape
through the pores in my skin so i can pour it on thick
and watch them scurry to escape the gl-ss, leave the collection
and have a life of their own, we’ll get rich you’ll hate it too..
i promise..

[hook]
in this life all i have, a falling sky in my arms
it’s not that heavy, make pretend
it’s someone else’s party, what a gas

shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
at this present elevation, i can’t see past my feet
between god’s bald spots where the sky stops
i’m one of the earth’s latest gallstones
despite all the america going on, it’s all rome
go get unstuck, don’t lose sleep ’til you can’t find solace
in the fact that you can barely control yourself. let alone
we’re all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can’t sing enough
in the party that never ends, cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
what’s up with all the gags?
is it a gas that’s fogging your socket?
everyone around me has these holes drilled through ’em
and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. dying to be someone
k!lling to be recognized as something that you’re not
well since we’re all so into introductions, don’t forget your names
since you love yourself so much, just keep it away from me
cause i’ve baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
and that sinking feeling there’s someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
quit playing kid games with your old tongue
’til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. here’s one:
i live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all tv
after all is said and done, we barely have memories
so i write what i feel, sue me if it’s empty
imagine that, i’m barely human, i’m barely human..

[hook]
in this life all i have, a falling sky in my arms
it’s not that heavy, make pretend
it’s someone else’s party, what a gas

- sole

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