Mob Rule (mots d'ordre)
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Speaking free til they put the mutters to bed Beaten up until dead then punish the rest Can't sleep til peace reshuffles the deck Calm but compressed contained by the troubled thoughts in this head, tryna soften the Blow Counting on the mob rule of this karma in my bones Tape on the crown, bottles make up the throne, War trending in this opulence, atomic in the approach Locked in on the concepts I'm propped up on the most Past following gone but not forgotten remain haunted by its ghost Each day gets shorter, the lights longer as I go I as subject and object, bonded in partnership close The binary correspondence in lockstep, the interlocutors boast Winding up engrossed in topical Stockholm syndrome, multiple thoughts to control Best to soften the load, watch this erode doing all there is to be done Groves of conifer unfinished in incomparable sun Exposed to darkness as I simmer, in contradiction just tossing it up Where did I sign and where can I tear it up Boots muddy from the trails and woods, death grip on the rail I touch Spinning with the Ferris the terror lifted the mantle up Death of the things inherent in themselves comparisons dismantled them Hard stare out the glass panel how it fares dancing with the canister Skin barren of love, impairment of trust, stuck rambling, can't stand in the mud Hands off the handles the damp air in my lungs Flooded I can't spare you a crutch Tread carefully as I run, a million barriers at once Not one thing it's the other damage apparent, merits to underfund Taking a stab at the caricatures, airflow instead of busts Pants folded over some bucks, it's more than the everyday carry I'm juggling Puddles thin and frigid, daring enough to stutter step Dereliction hung above my head It ain't conviction that's under duress When the able and willing changed the subject, stayed livid I wasn't impressed Don't ever cover up the trouble that's wrung with my neck Still coming to terms with this body of work, I can not get a fucking rest So I'll hold my tongue when enough has been said
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