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the awful truth
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down like sun as its dropping hot like verses
bleeding blood red light, bringing back night like hearses
down like the blanket of blackness like curses
blurted hurt first with no certain rehearses
down like leaves as they fallin fast like pilots
breaking out from the limbs of the trees like they dying
ejecting from the seat of the mean green screaming loud flying machine
coasting thousands of feet above the earth and the whole damn time falling fast but
thinking like its gonna last
and make it home sundown to the happy waiting family
this just goes to show how flexible your plans must be
down like morale of societys toops today
they're getting sick and sore thinking that we may have lost the way
well in response to all this shit i just got this one thing to say
well i'd rather be a tree than in heaven any day.
down like the spiral that you may think in which i'm spinning
trapped inside this mentality of never winning
well think on this its all of you not me that's sinning
not to gods you've created by the giver of life that you was given
the planet cosmos mother earth and papa sky
they're the ones thats gonna suffer if each one of us should try to fly
they're the ones that's gonna think about it like south park 11-3
well we're the lice on clyde's back
climbing hairs like trees
down.
no you'll never hold me down
you may have beaten those before me but i'll never come around
no i dont want to wear a tie i dont want to want to wash a floor and i dont want to pay my taxes or have an address or a door or a paycheck or a budget or some whiplashes on my back from making stones up out of mud and sliding them on up the ramp to the toppest of the tombs for the dead presidents cause the graveyards got no room cause we've executed every living thing that's not for us and i dont want to feel so sad at night
i dont want to feel so lost
i dont wanna feel alone i dont want to feel rejected
i dont want to feel like i'm lost in black forever unprotected
well i need a little shelter but im not referring to more bricks or more bullets or even more stones and sticks
i mean a family i mean more than just my blood i mean community something more than just for fun and more than escape and more than making green i'm talking real living, interacting, some true humanity, well did you ever hear it takes a village to make the world come clear? well i bet you never did. but zen says leap and the net will appear
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