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Medolia

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Llamarada

OCNI

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Despedida cerebral

THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS

Track 6 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by SPHYNX.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

No time for breathers so seat ‘em then bleed ‘em
I’m asking for little because we won’t need ‘em
A needle for either when all is a joke
You want smoke better go to find all of your bros
And I know it sounds savage but I done been laughing
As everyone pops off into further caskets
I’m asking for little but you ain’t do anything
Everything stops when you lack the benevolence
Evident quicker than everything when everything carries no meaning anymore
Anywho many who ask for truth finds it in slower tunes
Slower youth faster moves sticking to average views
Average views coming in yet no one's noticing
Yet no one’s owning it like they disowned that shit
Keeping a flow without any meaning mumbling words that’ll never be true
Still they think they can teach current youth who sadly knows better than they’ll ever do
Neglecting the change embracing a past and damn that is sad but gives me a laugh
Why you so mad about all of this?
Ain’t you got songs to pump out quick?
Ain’t you got hits to flaunt and brag about?
Ain’t you got hits to act out now?
I don’t really understand the point of it
Disappointment comes in the joke of this
Diss then pointing fingers when you’re the bitch
You concerned with genetics when you ain’t know shit
So keep it that way because that’s your game to keeping your name
In seconds of fame when nobody claims to be offended by whatever you say
Whatever you say
Whatever you claim
We laugh to the grave berating our kin
Whatever you say
Whatever you claim
We laugh to the grave berating our kin
Shoutout to SPHYNX

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