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letra de rose quartz tomb - time

[time: verse 1]
oh my god the walls are closing in, i’m close to sin, where you been?
deep breaths count to 10, anxiety wins, paper bag i’m blowing in
mind is a prison, the warden grins, in my back the sword is in
my key is the pen, i need a friend, one that doesn’t betray me again
blood on my chin, sharks in the water, i can see their fins
where to begin? ouroboros, start is the end, enter the void we’re in
swimming for survival in amidst of all the libel and rivals
waiting on a revelation, 4 jockeys from the bible’s arrival
tripping watching the sky fall, i finally opened my 3rd eyeball
staring in the eyes of a child i know my dna is tribal
watching the environment collapse i feel i stabbed you in the back
you grab my finger and laugh, i guess life is as simple as that
now days giving food to your family is a revolutionary act
community over competition is where the solution is at
they got their boots and their packed, coming for the truth with an ax
they don’t need proof or facts, they won’t leave with a root intact
i won’t be a host to your pain i won’t cry if your relapse
i see ghosts in the rain when will these lies collapse?
society put a mask on you, you better rip it off
before the glue starts to harden and you forget who you are
i see dead leaves falling like letters addressed to the ground
caressing the graves in the cemetery without making a sound
dear ghost i hope you read the leaves and whisper the wisdom in my ear
cause in this city i lost track of nature trapped in this system of fear
i’m just a parasite polluting and pillaging my paradise
playing cr-ps with death with a loaded pair of dice
i’m writing to myself as much as i am to you
cuz only when i’m drunk off this ink is when i can tell you the truth
i held your hand by the willow tree it was hard to let go
you screamed falsetto you were grabbed by the strings of geppetto
every star is a silver bullet giving light to our werewolf hearts
we both don’t have the answers but this conversation is a start

[time – verse 2]
under a tuxedo moon i watch the city blink and bloom
it looks like a citrine carpet from this rose quartz tomb
i walk down from the mesa in the periwinkle light
donating blood to mosquitoes waiting for that mountain lion to bite
this town used to be host to fascists, the klan in the 20s
now they all run corporations and k!lled democracy with money
plexiglass faces, amidst racists, my soul i misplaced it
billion pounds of food cooked but not tasted, just wasted
saw an american bag blowing in the wind i didn’t think it was beautiful
just thought about more waste and pollution as usual
i can smell the rusting sh-lls of refineries listen to the iron sing
empty paychecks is what the miner brings, black lung now the miner can’t sing
these syllables k!ll fascists, 187 on the cop in my mind
seek and you’ll find a dead planet you’re on now you can’t rewind
we gave the earth a fever, she’s gonna k!ll us with her weather
i’m sorry for talking about depressing sh-t but it makes me feel better
i don’t wanna be cynical, i wanna be sincere
i’m tired of irony, i’m looking for happiness in the mirror
he said chris i’m too aware to be addicted
that’s what he said before the last shot hit him
there’s a difference between life and living
there’s a difference between being nice and giving
i’m not trying to save the world, you’re not the one to blame
i’m just trying to keep my soul maybe it’s one in the same

- time

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