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Life looks good through the microscope
Life looks good from the mountain tops
But we're just blood when the fountain stops
Life looks swell under

listen for my words are wise
And my thoughts are filled with insight
Why should I fear when trouble comes or hide when 
Surrounded by my enemies. They

Jack Straw

Grateful Dead

What a Long Strange Trip It's Been

1977

to play for silver
Now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There

Jack Straw

Grateful Dead

Dick's Picks, Vol. 34: 11/5/77 Community War Memorial, Rochester, NY

2005

to play for silver
Now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There

An artery cut will bleed til it's empty
Seeing no one tend to the gaping wound
So why watch this pool of blood rise
When the scalpel is in their

There is no escape

Seek out all you see
Hunt them one by one
The fields are filled with prey to feed off of

Now Feed
On the souls that
Have cast you out

eyes are filled with horror
Always said you need someone there to be by your side when you're at your worst
Someone by your side when you're at your

ever was
Is raged against by redeeming blood
Will I ever know the end of your lover
I thought I knew, but you're so much kinder

Teach me your way, O

many doors that faith is yours,


Lost in my mind trapped over time,
Filled with so much hate I can't even cry,
Nothing can faze me not even death,
Been

Million dollar homes platinums filled with
A lot of stones
Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich
If the street could speak
The sidewalk could

garden's come alive again
It's filled with birds again
His pen is filled with words again
His little bauble's dubbed 'Sir Much'
His stone gets rubbed

Elixir of life's been struck with strife
Pharaoh's blood, but i feel like moses
Freedom of choice, but i'm not chosen
POTUS. SCOTUS
It's all HOCUS POCUS

earth
On location, out of sight
The one marked by the sun
Fissures break the soil
Plasma oozes from the cracks
The air is filled with pestilence
Trying

on bed of pins 
I'm trying to live in excellence
I feel my heart pumping blood pressure rising
Time is racing by me think a lot about my dying
I know

pulled by the creatures beneath
Moby Dick's out for blood again

The call of the wild was heard all across the nation 
Split carousel 
Spit anchors 
Non

to wait for me
Its just me twenty toes down, I cant take  you being fake to me
My hearts been filled but theres still a void of vacancy
(vacancy its vacant)

Death, hatred and deceit
Lurking in the Darkness and in the pain of defeat
The world is filled with darkness, heaven is ruled by death
And when

of the blood
Your identity is in Christ and unlike any fong kongs and fake
God is Legit Thruworth-hub
And when you Shoprite with God
Girl trust me you'll be okay

your brains, man it tastes so good!
Your bitch is next, damn that ass so good!
Fuck
Damn
Man I'm on a killing spree
These cunts wanna fuck with me
You're

Dead People

Game

Jesus Piece

2012

up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin' what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin'

marriage is something
Even I can't fix

You used to paint dew drops
On top of mountains
But now you're shilling for Mountain
Dew at soda fountains
How 'bout

the doors that should be locked
Those who've seeked to crack the code
Condemned themselves to a gruesome low

Persistence is greeted with echoes of screaming

It's come
The time is now
The hour of Mabus
Every soul bow down
Cities of anguish
Torment rides on the wind
Blood must flood now
To appease of your

my rage

You will never
Take another breath
I swear
I’ll fucking see to it
Betrayed by my own fucking blood with calloused skin
It would be my pleasure