Clean up all the dead weight
Drop the act
And man I've never ever fucking heard a falser fact
I face a bitter protocol and it pays so far
Where the mass effect will keep em all dozing off
So
Sell it to the devil in a face off
Better get on what you can to fucking stay strong
And all the little little bits
And the info leaks
Make the world as we know
One big lie and cheat
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Dig yourself deep for the gas
All the snakes in the grass will amass
I fucking say
Hit em with the lethal steel
And the act got me feeling responsible
Follow the order
Summon enforcers
Burn a body all for the pay in morsels
It ain't a good fit
Big deficit
Spend your whole life making gains
For the percy bit
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
"Instead of the mind therefore being the servant of our own ambition
We must in a strange way, release the mind into freedom."
Roll up in the net now
Where's the warning?
Threat is on sight
But the dogs are yawning
Jar for a nickel
Scar for the zen
Forget the flame
You wanna curve the pain - so
Fuck the quota and vibe and things
Serve a motherfucker swallow diamond rings
Came a long way got half a raise but
Never have I ever then changed my fate, uh
Swaying up and down on the beat
Like an animal
Primal all the time on my prey
Is it edible?
Break your limbs and bend back
What a loser
Waiting for the moment in time
Will I choose ya?
And with a fight plan
They can't touch me
Bend to my will
For the kill they must be
Too many bets in the game man
Trust me
Wait till I get up on my melody
My enemy
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
"Whereas in the past man has been
More or less merely an instrument of opinions
And has followed his own treasures
And has thereby prevented the natural progress of the mind
He takes his mind which he has
And makes an intensely personal instrument out of it
It becomes his servant
It becomes the instrument of his purpose."
Drop the act
And man I've never ever fucking heard a falser fact
I face a bitter protocol and it pays so far
Where the mass effect will keep em all dozing off
So
Sell it to the devil in a face off
Better get on what you can to fucking stay strong
And all the little little bits
And the info leaks
Make the world as we know
One big lie and cheat
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Dig yourself deep for the gas
All the snakes in the grass will amass
I fucking say
Hit em with the lethal steel
And the act got me feeling responsible
Follow the order
Summon enforcers
Burn a body all for the pay in morsels
It ain't a good fit
Big deficit
Spend your whole life making gains
For the percy bit
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
"Instead of the mind therefore being the servant of our own ambition
We must in a strange way, release the mind into freedom."
Roll up in the net now
Where's the warning?
Threat is on sight
But the dogs are yawning
Jar for a nickel
Scar for the zen
Forget the flame
You wanna curve the pain - so
Fuck the quota and vibe and things
Serve a motherfucker swallow diamond rings
Came a long way got half a raise but
Never have I ever then changed my fate, uh
Swaying up and down on the beat
Like an animal
Primal all the time on my prey
Is it edible?
Break your limbs and bend back
What a loser
Waiting for the moment in time
Will I choose ya?
And with a fight plan
They can't touch me
Bend to my will
For the kill they must be
Too many bets in the game man
Trust me
Wait till I get up on my melody
My enemy
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
Limit the conscious
Send in the monsters
Flirting with a theory is presumptuous
"Whereas in the past man has been
More or less merely an instrument of opinions
And has followed his own treasures
And has thereby prevented the natural progress of the mind
He takes his mind which he has
And makes an intensely personal instrument out of it
It becomes his servant
It becomes the instrument of his purpose."
( Slanted Truths )
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