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Cosmic tool never stop looking for newfangled science procrastinate in a future scene “Lets be honest…” ill-mannered to speak of perfection in a body so busy w/ hypocrisy My pain ain’t yr pain don’t think I understand you don’t think I ain’t care don’t think you overstand me I ain’t believe in victims of society on account-a i ain’t no perpetrator It’s not wise to wage war on preferences and dogma look silly when you’re 25 or older Sad to hear pragmatist is now the face you wear when you have no foundation yr mouth could talk an endless mile of rhetorical obfuscation Gimme change for yr hope …O child hope is but a dream -Life’s sure a joke heh? -O it’s just a scream! We need divide like the dope need a junkie-vein blood rush concrete monkey brain Who can we blame? Cure the myths and **** the idols Don’t commoditize the truth or fetishize our differences No-one owns the past No-one owns the future W/ all the guns in Chicago we could be free (for) tomorrow but with all the language in our words we could free our heads and make enemies into neighbors like Grown-Ups do Cosmic tool never take nothing serious play the fool while the world is delirious Get-a laugh out-a the hootin’ and the holler-in’ Such divine comedy make a man spoiled.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Old, New World Blues
Cosmic tool never stop looking for newfangled science procrastinate in a future scene “Lets be honest…” ill-mannered to speak of perfection in a body so busy w/ hypocrisy My pain ain’t yr pain don’t think I understand you don’t think I ain’t care don’t think you overstand me I ain’t believe in victims of society on account-a i ain’t no perpetrator It’s not wise to wage war on preferences and dogma look silly when you’re 25 or older Sad to hear pragmatist is now the face you wear when you have no foundation yr mouth could talk an endless mile of rhetorical obfuscation Gimme change for yr hope …O child hope is but a dream -Life’s sure a joke heh? -O it’s just a scream! We need divide like the dope need a junkie-vein blood rush concrete monkey brain Who can we blame? Cure the myths and **** the idols Don’t commoditize the truth or fetishize our differences No-one owns the past No-one owns the future W/ all the guns in Chicago we could be free (for) tomorrow but with all the language in our words we could free our heads and make enemies into neighbors like Grown-Ups do Cosmic tool never take nothing serious play the fool while the world is delirious Get-a laugh out-a the hootin’ and the holler-in’ Such divine comedy make a man spoiled.
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Pennsylvania
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
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