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the canary dies
In the cage
Door open, door open

A million dead metaphors
Can't compare to what it is
And all the letters that you never heard
Don't come

me
A dead fantasy
Metaphors won't work against me
Tell me what you mean
Cause metaphors won't work against me
A dead fantasy
Metaphors won't work

Sailor Beware

Clair de Lune

Marionettes

won't be led. we overlooked this engine. we'll run the motors til the sun stops rising. this train won't derail. this house on a hill. a dead metaphor. it

So fit, a canary in season
Loaded, is the meaning of this dead metaphor
So sick, you would never believe it
You will never believe it
She will never

you're not actually dead, it's just a metaphor
Explaining what you did but never why, 'cause I don't know
Why you took it, something beautiful, lacking

No consciousness, less than a metaphor

What was once dead is now coming for you
The television said it's the right thing to do

Give me a name,

a light-second
You can call me Glitch
I'm dead on

All metaphors the cycle of power on and off again
Not so much a wheel of life I'm reinventing
But the coil

tell you it's ok
Intent to mourn horse metaphors
Dead and beating anyway

Does it sound pretty when I use a turn of phrase?
I think I've made my point
I

now
Back worse than ever before
Rebel with a cause you could never ignore
If anyone thought
I never dead it with metaphors
That were better than yours
I

Stardate, scribble down whatever, doesn't matter
While the engine is dead, time is a worthless chatter
Fuel's on empty, long gone to the fight for

guess
Gave that old body legs
Now he staring down the barrel
Call him dead body
That's a metaphor for death
Now he's haunting all my steps
These thoughts

Got caught in the act of trying to turn off all the lights

My transformation of hate
It's the end without dying
My world is a metaphor
Between dead

like Patrick Swayze
I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house
Ayo my metaphors will dead a whore, sock you

of batteries
That's all it is, that's what you said
I'm so glad you're here
'Cause all my friends left me for dead
Thanks for the metaphor, can you be
A battery

the sky
When I'm soarin
These beats be my prey
I catch em and dead em
With ease
Metaphor for the streets
Mind mostly at ease
Thinkin bout guns and money

why they never see us
Like a bullet to the skull I got the murder ink & anytime I
Drop a metaphor guarantee dead body
Mama said TyTyla be yourself, No

up di ting tink seh di party you a shell dung 
And di non-living rise from the dead.
It's just a metaphor
 Drop pon head-top but nuh lose head
Nuh mind

A flash of tail weaving around the trunk
The wind's opus, allargando
The dark dead leaves as a metaphor for sorrow

Here's what I think you would say

comes late
And doesn't stay long
Like the drunks in a karaoke bar
I thought dead roses were a metaphor till I saw them on the floor
Swept under the carpet

wrote this song in 2 seconds
This should be in a podcast, don't you reckon
I used figurative Language like you said
If you said no I'd be dead, inside

It was kind of sad
Am I the deer? Or am I the metaphor
Am I dead? Or am i just bored
I don't really know anymore
I need someone to help me
I need

His disappearance a sad metaphor

O, daddy's dead
cnd I miss him so

His disappearance a sad metaphor

O, daddy's dead
cnd I miss him so

Like our parents conversations in department stores
Like the gasping of some esoteric metaphor
Like the dead and gone
It's a sweet one
Like the arrow