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People believe this world is cruel
This world's not cruel, but it is fair,
And unyielding.
This world knows love, but it knows no forgiveness
This world knows what we did, and is perfectly content letting us deal with the consequences
And all the byproducts of consciousness
This world is fair.
"This world is fair," I mutter to myself as the darkness bares its teeth
Cold stares from a screen, police line up their shot, broken glass litters the streets
I reached to hold your hand, my hand was shaky, yours was sweaty
Tension neverending
I didn't ask you to die for me, you insisted
And not that we're both here, I just hope they don't pull the trigger
This world is fair.
You killed for this empire and now the killers are at your doorstep
Of course
We've all seen this play before, God's been running reruns since Rome
This world is fair.
Consuming the cadaver of avarice in the valley of death, the shadows have stretched, and everyone must pay their debts
After all, this world is fair.
And fair enough, our list of martyrs borders on genocide
Of course
And as the darkness bares its teeth, some believe the solution is fire.
But fire is not purifying, there will always be ash,
And there will always be teeth
The fate reloads chekov's gun
And as God averts his gaze, you are undone.
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the storm
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shadowdancer, side a
04:19
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postmodernist architect
03:25
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a study of ***** anger
04:20
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anything at all
02:02
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I'm in the forest, watching stones bleed
And oh, the horror
Concrete jungle seeping
You can try to clean it but blood is thicker than water
The children are starving
Soaking it up to drink like wine in the streets of France
No delicacies for any fellow
Blood paints the streets like Othello
Artillery fire on civilians, hell froze from the cold hearts of war criminals
That look down on us like we're pitiful
Rotted meat in the bay of pigs, captioned "this could be you"
Valley of death, calvary of stress
The control system is common sense
My cousin got shot over 10 dollars
And you laughed like, "guess you really can't have shit in Detroit"
Say that again and you’ll be answering to him in hell, my nigga, aint no saving you
A myriad of poor black children dancing on your grave
Mirrors the Iliad the way blood sheds
I found a million ways to die and not a single thing to die for
And I don't know what I'm doing
Fear manifests itself as an all consuming nausea
It fights me every night, and when I eat, it fights harder
So I started starving
Just grasping at straws
And my cousin’s got a kid at home that won’t remember their father
Every man humbled, calling their Gods
Parents adorn a stronger facade
Trying to sell a dream to kids who can’t sleep through gunshots
No idols, no heroes, just me and my ego
Just me and my people
Where everyone is see through
It seems we’re all feeling it
We have no power, let’s be real
Despair makes hope scarcer
I need something to tell me that it’s worth seeing tomorrow, anything at all
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unsound
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[CHORUS]
This how you rap in a whisper
Never known so I'll never be missed
But if you aim at me and your hand shakes, best believe I'll be pissed
[VERSE 1]
Everything is reminiscent of danger
On a walk, I encountered a stranger
Stained clothes, drink in a brown bag, shoes scuffed, voice gruff,
Taking puffs like it was life, and at the time, I think that it was
He told me he's the executioner,
He's got a .44 with 4 bullets at home, and pretty soon, he'd aim at his dome, and there he goes
Blood splatter all over the floor, but he said with a smirk, as if he knows something I don't
He continued he wasn't just happy, but he was ecstatic, So I sarcastically responded "congrats!"
Drunks come a dime a dozen, but my time doesn't
And to this day, I don't really know where that came from
I'm supposed to be better than that, but it's been 18 years, and I've never relaxed
See, everything comes with conditions, and everyone's moving with straps
If God made people in his image, then maybe his face is something I'm not willing to witness
I don't really trust your intentions
I'm scratching my face out my pictures
Removing my mark from this earth so I can disappear without leaving as much as an image
My music makes up every bit of my visage
I'm not a man, I'm the feeling you get when you look through a photo album and you've lost everyone that was with you,
And you realize that when they left they took a part of you, so here you are, just a sentient husk
A homunculus flesh puppet
Being taut on string by any little semblance of love
[CHORUS]
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shadowdancer, side b
02:48
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it hurts to remember
01:33
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severance suite, opus I
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imbalanced compromise
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Decuma Michigan
The man of no identity.
Author, musician, and rogue existentialist born in Detroit.
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