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"TORTURED SOUL" v1. Life's hard when you're living subpar hearing nightly serendipitous remarks, starring distantly at Mars with the wish of ceased alarms, released an inner dialogue but Missed the peaceful charm. Harms way was misguided stargazing wasn't right, it was a fatal act of site to rearrange the stars alignment. my invasion of what's private seems to be my life's assignment, so my infantile lines can pave the way to my excitement. But my life is so enlightened by my eyes and by my mind it's hard to differentiate from what to keep and what to pardon. So I hardened up my heart started with the living part, risked a sliver of my ego for fresh and brand-new start. Then I'm tardy on the first day of my brand-new life, with no experts to guide me, unequipped with how to fight, so I pull my Cap down tight in order just to fit in, keep on walking cause I'm talking what I'm living. chorus. I know that my life is only made up of what I take from it, they keep taking and taking from me, how much more can they take till they take me. v2. And I make myself sick with the shit that I think, sinking deeper and deeper into a state of emergency. Won't somebody please murder me. Mentally and verbally exhausted, Servin up versions of box office is topped off with a hit. Stories told often does this usually got Johnny Depp in it. I'm a lost cause in the mix they lost causes of interest, they bought into it now are trying upon the ticket. But my time is so divine, I like to sit back and rewind, on things I like and signs of right, and not what's forced upon mankind, I'm finding light inside of darkness, and the hardest part is starting off with hardly shit and making greatness out of it. Not tarnishing the varnish, cause My outershell is hardened, by retarded varmint starving for what they can't get it. Fortunately they get it for me, I give it for free, at least I know what's received will be complete. chorus. I know that my life is only made up of what I take from it, they keep taking and taking from me, how much more can they take till they take me. v3. I let them keep taking what I make, cause if it makes me sick to my the hell would I be saving it? They're doing me a favor. It's just hard labor, re-creating everything I see in writing it down on the sheets of paper. Survivor of a Savior, day today life is getting lamer, or more lame, if its fame I seek, my name shouldn't sync, and shits creek. I got a paddle and a rubber dingy I think. Oh wait a took that too, at least I got a scuba suit and a fresh bottle of 02. Recruit the wish of life taken too soon but it's not me, I refuse to leave. Who's really using me if they're removing hopes and dreams I'll have to be reality. Build up some callused feet it's time to walk and talk probably, Loudly proclaim you want what's in my brain, you'll have to take it out of me, and believe I am reacting to it cowardly. chorus. I know that my life is only made up of what I take from it, they keep taking and taking from me, how much more can they take till they take me.

"NEW MAS FIN" v1. I Wake up late in the day, compose myself And I clothe myself. In dressings of messy confessions of what's was messing up my night. ...then I... Try and find the hindsight in the lime light that might right the wrongs in my life. And fight them off with a song that's timed right but I'm the one that's finite. I take up wasted space, as I refrain from cases of famous faces getting lost in the causes of the dangerous places, tracing tracing pages and im still replacing Off timed lines, with an loss of rhyme, I kind of like the feelin im feelin, do I still to reel in the meal I'm fishin for,as I wish for more even though I'm gettin what I'm livin for._ with a gift that's more visible than a twister storm. Wrists deform, it's the norm, even though I missed the war, still feel what I'm Risk should get more, than this, with a kick of wistfulness in resenting this. Sentences with a hitch, still can't convince, mysteries, to exist once-they remiss, this hy-po-thesis_ chorus1. I walk through time, with no worry about things i've left behind.this melody has found the deepest part inside my mind, the kind that rewrite the writing thats been revising my time. v2. I make up things to say, hypothetical ways, on a concerning page. Relate topics of logic to lost in the tropics with the option to not listen up. Fisticuffs with a mystic touch, still isn't enough to prevent the hunch that gets the punch. The fence was jumped. Hence, the bump in my head when rules fall dead, we get the debt. When fool call heaven an abuse of death. With their tools of breath is mostly cluelessness With a cave In of checks and balances, access to mal-intents with some allowances. power trips, infusing a guess, with their truthfulness, as they view the inept as their true regret, and they use what they get as their useless bet, while they choose an effect and loose their respect For the same thing you left without a hint, past up with out a grin, stacked up as powerless, powerin, Through the impressed, like their crude at best, and the brute is a question of who was blessed, the fuse is a test and the spark is an F, if you're a part of the mess, this is not a request, To get up and demand a power shift, act up and shout a bit, lash out account of your hours spent. Chorus2. MCJC, New mass fin, Al-B-Slicin rightfully reciting, la tourtue rapid, always slow but in the lead, roaming through this finite life that's been thrown into eternity. I'm not complaining, I'm abnormal, I'm not waking up late, I'm rising early when the dark starry morning succumbs to the imposing light. I walk through time not worried about what i left behind.

"YOU NEED TO KNOW" V1. I take a taste, and then I take a stand, I Fake a face, and then I shake your hand. I rearrange the rage that regulates the man, in the wake I stand, I've been awaking land, facing dangerous waves of overanxious, ageless kids whose weight ain't paved, breaking savings banks from the cave-in of change, devastating from the waiting that is caging our legs, from undertaking the plan, that simply states, the proper way to live is to do just that. Scoot on back. Lose contact, with the miss use of true known facts, that include no tact, excluding paths that soon turn back to the fruitless school taught trash, and understand that your mood is tapped, tracked by the patriot act, mapped to lure you back, if you leave their path, so... Chorus You need to know, you need to know, you need to know that truth is out there waiting. You need to know, you need to know, you need to know that truth is right under your nose. You need to know, you need to know, you need to know that truth is out there waiting. You need to know, you need to know, you need to know that truth is right under your nose. V2. I'm handed a sliver of life, step back to admire the light, and delivered the site, that might be the kind of thing they like. Or it might cause a fight, after all it is that kind of night. Do I try and write or just gaze at the Moonlight? I'll soon bite, at the bait that ruined my life. Right and wrong perception, a lifelong inspection has somehow affected what's left and I'm tested, wrestling, with the sun crestin over my questions. Separate from the darkness that's festering. Left with rejection, confusion has set in. The truth seems elected, infected by the resonance of aggression.__ is it respect or affection, _or is depression the section of the message you're invested in. Recessed to settling for being left again. You need to know, you need to know, you need to know that truth is out there waiting. You need to know, you need to know, you need to know that truth is right under your nose. V3. So I take their so-called truth, for its so-called worth, but the truth's supposed to hurt when it served up with a purpose, perfectly serving to serve the deserving, worthy of being seeked, stirring the strong and the week, turning the balls of my feet, and facing the lessons it teaches, saving the message and details, maybe the depth it repels, fusing the questions that sell, clues of the death it entails. Soothing the devil himself._You used to know the difference between riches and wealth, but they're tethering agendas with stealth, teaching lies that they sell. Why the hell would we show the skeletons in our closet, developing truth from nonsense, delivering words in the softest way possible, because the truth supposed to hurt not be hostile, so remember this before you left them repossess your lost soul.

Wastin' Days Away v1. Waistin days away is with strangers say to me, I related a maze to day-to-day, raising my neighbors nose with the hellos I say and I suppose that's the way that I say things that changes a greeting to information Just like the words that are teaming with meaning on these pages, if I leave and here is that okay with you, if I read them every day has the reality changed, no I'm just saying though. If I take no, for-an-answer-I-may know, what it is to see the reason for repeating those things I need to flow, with all it's tolerance, I'll follow it, the longest distance If its listening, I'm givin hints as to which piece is missing if I lay low whether or not I say so, is the cave-in of what saving me from overload, so I'll pave this road for All of those who chose to go below with undertones of Woe rage and find and decode the code that make these phrases make Sense. v2 I extend hospitality, but they always just laugh at me, like being nice comes easily I'm realizing decency, it doesn't go so peacefully when I try and gain it weaselly, and recently I've seen it behave evoly repeatedly. I'm eagerly awaiting, regurgitating, feeble words and making them into philosophical sayings, so you can hear the way it sounds when Mind and words are mating, creating baby ideas that might not just be so crazy. And I take notes, measuring out the safe zone, if i see a reason then I'll seek and find the payload, words are spoke to coax and play their role that make or break the legs of waisted ways and face the pain of later days when what you say could stray and make me lay low. whether or not I say so, its the cave-in of what saving me from overload, so I'll pave this road for All of those who chose to go below with undertones of Woe rage and find and decode the code that make these phrases make v3. A starving artist armed with an arsenal of timing in sharpness, starving cause I'm not full of piety, an artist cause I refused to conform to society. Fuck, now who will hire me. I tried to be that guy who needed a 9 to 5 a wife and the whole pie I quickly realized I was struggling for a lie. A life that kind of lacked meaning, a side effect of being in a seemingly good place and time without really seeing or believing in it. Was it worth it, let me reverse, the first thing I'll traverses its purpose, it wasn't perfect at the time but hindsight's 2020, it's funny how lovey-dovey turns to yelling and shoving when the money isn't coming. And something tells me I should learn from this, how to enjoy being alone a person who exists. Instead of a drone pissed. Life cocked back its fist and hit me with what I had wished, now I've got no job, no apartment, and no chick. A neurological condition that's left me live in wiggling, shivering like little kids in the winter, quivering, but I'm not scared, I'm upset, barely able to step, rarely capable of respect, I'm a wrecked me. I directly affected my life's meaning, several instances found myself bleeding just for feeling, retreating into my thoughts like I'm dreaming, perceiving life to be too hard to continue competing. Hearts beating but with no rhythm, My sanity bounced boy do I miss them, as I search, I found to hit him, and it turns out its hip-hop and the tiptop is calling my name, possibly fortune and fame instead of 401(k)s. Still I can't get rid of the sneaking sensations that may be what drives me to this amazement isn't called laziness it's called patients, if that's the case then what are you hating for, I'm waiting for my door to open up, opportunity to fill my cup, and for you to wish me good luck. I lay low whether or not I say so, is the cave-in of what saving me from overload, so I'll pave this road for Olive those who chose to go below with undertones of Woe rage and find and decode the code that may relate what I'm saying to the part of your brain that holds amazing, that's the point of this life I Portray, to hear you say, that the music I make made your day okay or you relate, it makes the life I lead seem safe, and for that I have to thank you.