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128,712 calories of comfort eating
372 hours of lost sleep
2,316 miles on public transport
And a half-hearted vampire bite;
The other half of a heart
Draining softness from my lips
Which I dream of
Despite the hardness of my feet.
Please don’t shy away from my distance
I’m not used to such beloved persistence
With all my wounding altercations
I’ve such low expectations
Of trust
Swallowing truth gives me heartburn
Perhaps I need a transfusion;
I can’t predict why you can’t stand me
I can’t predict why I can’t stand up for myself
But the history doesn’t help,
And the lengths are diving down…
Please don’t shy away from my distance
I’m not used to such beloved persistence
With all my wounding altercations
I’ve such low expectations
Of trust...!
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Slave to Resistance
03:45
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Prepare yourself to sink in the Labyrinth!
I don't remember when decay was first confused for rust
I don't remember when rebellion became the foundation for convention
But well, hasn't it just?
I don't remember when our fingers were substituted for the telegraphs but
I'm pulling myself out the hull of this hypothetical basin!
I'm not gonna be a Slave to Resistance...
Looks like someone poured some blue-sky thinking into your open mind
Because I can see the rush of blood to your sinuses.
All I know is that I survived on Guitars and Synthesizers...
I'm not gonna be a Slave to Resistance!
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Paradicitis
04:08
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I detect a bias in your work life balance:
Seems that you’ve got a case of Paradicitis!
Your personal development lies in the second-hand memory foam,
It’ll take you a while to wriggle into this one.
There’s no need for extra space to breathe
If you derive your energy surviving just about
Recycling yourself like the egg revives the chicken…
The farm is your battery now
So make the grass greener here,
They rage from your unpredictable behaviours
You have nothing here…
To fear!
I detect a bias in your work life balance:
Seems that you’ve got a case of Paradicitis!
Don’t try and mess with our ecosystem…!
You need you to do as you’re asked to
Without purpose defined you’ll seem worthless
If you’re not persistently ours who do you know you are in-between?
When you’re away you are not yourself
When you come back you must be someone else...
The farm is your battery now
So make the grass greener here,
They rage at your range of unpredictable behaviours
You have nothing to fear…
Here.
(When you are away you are not yourself
When you are here you must be someone else…!)
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Crisis
02:54
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Zenith #2
00:50
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If we see beauty in the unexpected
Why do we tether ourselves to expectations?
We build ourselves to be so tall using ropes to keep us narrow,
And using cranes to keep weight on ourselves.
We don't sow ourselves among the grass and grains and soil
But we could do if we weren't building ourselves into the darkness;
Bright stars fading as we ascend into false Zeniths!
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Despicable Advert
04:11
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How dare you inform me! How dare you inform me!
You should sell a product, not tell me a story…
How dare you inform me! How dare you inform me!
You should sell a product, not tell me a story…
With all your rules and regulations
Your paperwork relies on deforestation
But that doesn’t mean you can hide
The devastation from the public eye!
Our planet is worth shouting about
Don’t you think?
How dare you inform me! How dare you inform me!
You should sell a product, not tell me a story…
How dare you inform me! How dare you inform me!
You should sell a product, not tell me a story…
If you think the environment is subject
To corporate deliberation, go get wrecked.
Same as Orangutans who could thrive
If we addressed their need to survive!
Take your rules and regs and shove ‘em
Where the sun don’t burn…!
Batter my beats, flash fry my time
Signatures and cut out any slow brewed food of thought.
With flesh burnt to a crisp, there’s no intelligence
Leaking out of this one. Get what you bought.
Rapped in a newspaper, taste of popularity,
Soaked in the oily water of the magaloof sea.
Now, limb from limb, the Rapper lies fried
By the need to fill magazines.
I lick the intelligence leaking onto the pavement,
Hoping for a crumb of truth, skulking beneath stars.
I can’t see the moonlit sky from starlit sea, but
If fame is suffering there’ll be a genuine life here somewhere.
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