Void (Internal Theory)

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    Void (Internal Theory)

    Silence is what we all need for a minute
    Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we're livin'
    Life and tryin' to make some noise
    The screams sort of seem like we're cryin'
    Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh
    And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition
    But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen?
    Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble
    It's a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes
    Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding
    I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding
    Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity
    While we're all buyin' the government's repent from social security
    Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax
    I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap
    Exercisin' my brain
    Realizin' that pain will be arrivin'
    If I dive into the cesspool of my mind
    So I'm rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly
    Not easily blinded
    Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling's weep
    I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal
    Strangely changing climate as they increase the level
    I said I wouldn't sign shit, 'cause I don't want to meet the devil
    But I lost my mind, and I'm tryin' to find it in the dimension of space
    between bass and treble
    Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can't count
    Chatter is the substance that comes from most people's mouth
    Matter is what you don't to me, he don't to she, we don't to we
    But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life's about
    Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations
    Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination
    Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego
    But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation
    Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch
    Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich
    The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites
    And if you don't ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life's a bitch

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    [Refrain x6]
    Nothing gets you nowhere
    But everything gets you somewhere
    One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bare

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