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letra de bethany lane - tinderbox orchestra

[verse 1: probably edible]

let’s split hairs – k!ller rabbit symbolism
complicate to become clear like refracting through a prism
feel the rapid rush of pathogens enchanting with the rhythm
become manic but not savage
seek companion for the ritual

some people find god
some people find self
some people fine love
some people need help

i found the path to happiness, i tread it when i need to walk
an awesome wave engulfs, thumping pulse from the speaker

[verse 2: probably edible]
and i feel unstoppable – a god above manhattan
truly skewed – metamorph – become lost in the pattern
when i talk, with my voice – carving steps in the canvas
they say history repeats cos history repeats

i’ll form a new religion, baste the faith in misprint
idolise myself – see if they can tell the difference
vibrance became law since sin became what’s vintage
chemical reactions drove consciousness existent
contrast that passage – arm a pacifist
redefine the mass, slashing gashes in the canvases

[bridge]
dancing strings
heart beats like a drum
a fraction of air shakes the heavens above
and these feelings, feelings
they take a hold
these feelings, feelings
tinderbox soul
feelings
these feelings
tinderbox soul

[verse 2: probably edible]
descend upon the dissidents with dissonance
liver crippled, sipping, “live a little” – insignificant
sheltered fella passed the bar then set the precedent
the populace pretends – popping tags, spending president
forget the precipice – cast you vote and claim your voice
talk of right and wrong like come on, that ain’t the choice
like come on, man – you seen the news? you aren’t annoyed?
they treat you like you’re dumb and you’re scum if you aren’t employed

[verse 3: jay supa]
a geometric pattern, but the image is overwhelmed
pollen falls from grace, define the solemn realm
you might be static when it matters, sometimes energy is stealth
mystic mentalism, where my mannerism failed
we need a wage to live but does the living wage exist?
our societal conditions are declining, cometh mist
hypnotistic journalism, scripted in a blizzard
’bout the villains but we’re missing with a systematic glitch

- tinderbox orchestra

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