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PARADISO (intro)
01:55
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Mind control
Hyper dull
Ocean full of adderall
Hopeless holy hologram
Soulless pulling ghost hands
Smokestacks
Coming out of throats painted pitch black
Stay awake
Stay woke
They'll take your name
Change your face to be the same
As the zombies they have tamed
Altering your brain
It's like an endless cycle of cynical sinister allegories
Passed down to sons and daughters through therapeutic camp stories
History repeats itself
We must redeem ourselves
The shadow living over the valley will be cleared if learn to have empathy for the weak
(Lyric credit to Coolio)
Cause I'm the kinda G
Little homies wanna be like me
On their knees
Saying payers in the street like
Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsters paradise
Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsters paradise
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Everything
Everything feels stable
The demons
The demons are just fables
The sun bleaches our eyes
We the sunlight
Rub your eyes so you can see
Nirvana sunrise in the morning
Sleep on the couch
Vibe in my house
Rosemary scented love
I can feel heaven above
It all gets better if you believe it
So smile whenever want
And laugh at yourself
And feel the way that life does
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3. |
YOUR HANDS
03:41
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(sped up version of an old song I did w/ some friends)
"Hey!'
"Hm?"
"Aren't you going to compose songs anymore?"
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"So last night I was breathing and also existing"
"That's not gonna last very long"
"Oh my!"
"3, 2, 1"
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Get some shut eye
Explosive
Tornado in motion
Love killed the vibe
None survived
Resuscitate
My memory
The thought of you saying you love me
Tell me how you feel
When we're close
Tell me with your hands
Spin me around
Conflicted misused and missing
I'm confused and no one will listen
Last night I had a vision of a deep keeping us in a prison
(Those with bad intentions)
Come on I'm a friend of yours, you can trust me.
I'll keep you safe, I'll pick you up when you fall.
There's just one price to it all.
The end of the world is inevitable man
Making deals with the devil man
Just try to stay alive in the quicksand
Tell me how you feel
When we're close
Tell me with your hands
If you need another dose
If I tell you anything
Windows will close on me
You're so inviting
And I'm so anxiety
Swim down my throat
Grab on so I choke
Hold on to my bones
To the sky I will float
(George Michael)
I'm never gonna dance again
These guilty feet have got no rhythm
I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
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Help me
Black skies
Never
Really leave here
Words are
Knives to
The throats of
Psychic Children
I'm scared and
I'm bleeding
Can you see me?
I'm fading
Forest fires inside my mind
It happens all the time
I don't know why
But it feels so good
Close my eyes and fear the worst
The wolves outside I feel their thirst
The forest
Keeps them warm
Emotions they swerve
We will learn to survive
Till the rain subsides
(randomness and melodies and what not)
(clapping)
"Um, thanks, thank you for listening to my album, I'm gonna say a little sad poem real quick. It goes like this
The honest truth is
Our minds uses words to change our views
And makes us choose to do things we wouldn't do
If we just knew there was much more to this
That the birds sing for us
The trees breathe for us
But we're so worried about the ghosts hanging onto us
With poor posture we turn poison into voices
Scream so they can hear you
They can't change your view
Words are knives to people like you
Think too much
Paranoid freaks who clutch onto memories
We see things before they happen
Psychic children.
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Turtle Dove Oregon
repeat over and over till something makes sense don't ever stop.
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