Speak Volumes

Dalek

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    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile...

    Essence erodes into mess you believed to be real
    Listen to hendrix played backwards on reel to reel
    This world lost its feel when art lost its grasp
    Should have paid attention in class kid
    Fed off tit of deceased and still a bastard
    Asked for it all and received a swift nil
    Built on the ashes you burned,
    Placed in urns
    Along with the lessons i've learned
    Amount to paradox
    I am where you were
    Before you was my victim
    Breath clorox while i rock social unconscious like shirley chism.

    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile...

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    Lost my rhythm within context of diseased cortex
    Search for more sex and violence
    Was met with ill silence
    Childhood idols fell hard like third world tyrants
    Reviving center core
    Who these you adore?
    Lost in urban lore.
    Cleanse perception's doors
    Respect that film noir
    Existence?
    I enter/exit poor.

    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile, speak volumes on this child
    False facades grin upon my last smile
    Spit concrete bile...

    Voyeur's voyage considers six the blessed
    Minus 55 in thousands
    Two scream for fiction as they laughing
    33rd degree, new continents we mapping
    Ask what happened as i bleed my vocal orifice
    We breath too much nonsense,
    We breath too much nonsense.

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