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letra de do the math - the department of public safety

i toss and turn another night in a row
trying to slow my mind down
but the violence withholds
am i goin’ psycho?
runnin a million miles per second
with indiscretions tempted to break the bag
and light a bowl up right this second
the medicine will soothe me till i’m
ready calm and collected
already bombed as a crackhead
let’s put this all in perspective
what i said about regret
and repentance… i never meant it but
don’t let me dive headfirst into the morgue again
the p-rn and sin just feel so warm and sl!ck
4 am bent over the porcelain
shake it off baby cuz it ain’t mornin’ yet
i wanna ooooh all o’er again
the pleasure and flesh until i get me some rest
no more sportsmanship and your glory man
i’ll sting myself to death to penetrate because
i am the scorpion

do the math
the beauty of your soul is burnin’
do the math
sweet resurrection
do the math
this crazy world just keeps on turnin’
do the math

f-ck this evil sh-t!
i stand upon my pulpit
with a penal fist
judgment waits for all ye who enter here
stalling these bitter tears
my calling it is right here
wound tighter with more precision
than a swiss watch
hip-hop has been god
ta-tick ta-tick tock
since he was this tall
i better finish this brawl
used to think it was my flaming sword
that it was the end all
i’m gonna preach to the m-sses
send ’em screamin’ salvation
the wh0r-s who babble on in babylon
i’ll teach the nation
i’ll reach the rapists
a feat i’ll take on just to be the
savior just to be the new god
it’s the cleanest fake-out
a moral high horse made outta treewood
a chorus of my quotes to lay down the evil
i’m dangerous see-through plainly a trustworthy creature
i’ll smite you with my words
for i am the eagle

i change my costume
but i remain the same
the face i wear
daily and the face i paint
we spin around the sun
till the shadows look flattering
chase the days
til we forget that we’re patterning
i don’t like the face
that razorblade makes
you can use it to k!ll
or you can take the pain away
we spin around the sun until it comes to awake us
i just don’t know whether to resent or to praise it

it’s time to rise from the ashes
to metamorph to the phoenix
to blend the logos and pathos
into a born-again fetus
into a form of release needed
to condone elitism
with discreet hedonism
start shrinking these prisons
self-destruction
and self-realization
within the same person
it’s like a h-ll without satan
it’s a swell undertakin’
oh, gee i know it’s not easy
jean grey i’m hearin you baby
now strike the match and release me

- the department of public safety

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