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letra de odysseus - splintr

[verse 1 – splintr]
i didn’t come to make acquaintances
to gain assistance or for aid in distancing myself from the agents of heinousness
i’m more like a desperado breakin’ down saloon doors
press my lips to the bottle, then making out with a huge score
resembling a bandit from bonanza, telling every man standing to put his trembling hands up
finna get a tenfold advance on my regular ransom
warhead headed towards your village with cans and drums of gas, a more dreaded k!ller than cancer
i ain’t lookin’ for peace like quartеt bands
i got a few neural pathways that lead mе astray
but chainsmoking k!lls the pain and relieves me of the strain
and it allows me to spew out what’s eating me alive
it’s remedial and drives me to be the illest i can be
speeding while i’m interweaving ‘tween the lines
spree k!lling time on a psilocybin high
still so young already ripening with age though
most like pretending that i ain’t but i wage those same folks
are finna fade the minute i’ve made it
innovating a sound that sticks out like grace jones…

[bridge – splintr]
i’m running out of options
running out of steam
running out of patience
run your mouth and see
over-the-counter meds have got me over the top
we all know how it begins but never know how to stop
[hook – splintr]
i must be early, when will everybody wake up?
’cause i really don’t know what to make of the wake of
all of this mindlessness, and how we follow signs blindly to find what’s missing
am i too late? am i on the right path?
feels like i’ve been left alone on a life raft
am i gonna capsize under the crests of the waves in distress?
or am i gonna fight back?

[verse 2 – splintr]
i leave em in a stupor, i’m the superintendent
i’m here to seize the blue ribbon, believe the truth has been written
i shoot for the winning spot, so move or you’re getting caught up in the crowd i’m mowing down anybody who’s in the shot, like troops
entering the plot known as no man’s land
got degenerative rot in need of bone transplants
cause from the core of the marrow i’m harrowing
a forward pointing arrow towards an area that’s more blaire witch project than ordinary or something akin to horror
to keep you up ’til you’re too slumped to continue
sure i can tell you my plan, or i can show you
and you can say i didn’t i warn you but at this point, it’d be no use
old news. join me or i’ll have a noose that is intended
for your trippin’ ass after you’re fed hallucinogenics
lucifer really shouldn’t have set, loose such a menace
cutting lives short, pray you don’t get a commuted sentence…

[bridge]
i’m running out of options
running out of steam
running out of patience
run your mouth and see
over-the-counter meds have got me over the top
we all know how it begins but never know how to stop
[hook]
i must be early, when will everybody wake up?
’cause i really don’t know what to make of the wake of
all of this mindlessness, and how we follow signs blindly to find what’s missing
am i too late? am i on the right path?
feels like i’ve been left alone on a life raft
am i gonna capsize under the crests of the waves in distress?
or am i gonna fight back?

- splintr

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