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And was it ever really your life if the only thing you got was a eulogy that you're an honest man and a two by six foot plot?

Sold what's left of me in

manage

Buried in dust brush it off to let me shine
I've been on the grind
Now mentally I'm forced to continue to climb
So why am I tripping on remembering

ecological shame    

cities of failure 
washed — under oceans 
crawl through the shadows
skins burned by sunlight
crops turned to dust
cars turned to rust

the knee

Torn apart by the sound
Of promises made burned to the ground
Light em up then forget
The dust in the wind is the ash of the dead

You take what's

here nowhere a plague ruled by fire
Burst from the mire
Orange clouds shield out the sun
The blackened dust seeps in your lungs

Till the last one falls

world
But tell us bout the lies written in the dust
That's feeding all the heart hake buried within us
Before we reach high levels
And help us beat

A calloused soul
Strength from pain
Path of fire
The weak were fed
Silver spoons and shelter
I was cast aside
Bred by fear and panic
Left in isolation
Fend for

on the flood, Bring on the mud
Bring on the dust, bathe our children in blood
Love starts to mold, gone are the days
Covered in Stone

Liar, on weakness you feed

buried,
Lyrics passed to my son it’s hereditary. 
The next gen, put on on this earth the Godsend,
He’ll hath no fury like nukes upon them. 
Shake

the little one got sick from the dust that slipped through the walls. The dirt built up in her lungs, in her head. For days, she laid in bed, watching

get the info
All the shit I see buried in the pillow
Coming to fruition, if unfinished business I'll see you in limbo
Pumping you with medicine, keeping

The message in my essence, spilt the tea within the songs, uh
I cannot deny, I've been feelin' really blind
I been buried by the lies, I been feelin' paralyzed,

bitch, I'm tryna cop a rose
My spot jumpin' like double dust
Thousand eight grams on the scale, we gon' cut it up
Givin' y'all that fittin' off flow

Got

What about our garden?
You've had me watering withering flowers for months
Oh and I find myself emptying my guts
And just sweeping the dust
A bitter

Wasted years
Searching for the truth
Prayin for good
But always on the loose

There´s no redeemer who sacrificed his life
The holy ghost is never by

A simple choice was made
Through the anatomy of space
To create the seed
And have it buried deep inside
With a flick of their hands
They control
They

And when it fell down below, men scrambled to their death

Jim was a good man by each and every step
When the dust had settled, he was gasping for his breath

And when it fell down below, men scrambled to their death

Jim was a good man by each and every step
When the dust had settled, he was gasping for his breath

the victims to dust
And burn off the entrails
Of endless disgust
The empire states
Over buried remains
That only in them
Can you honestly trust

Rot will awaken

Handful of human dust
Scattered into formless wakes
Looking into the depths of self
To be witness of what is dead

Some invisible hands
Some

THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson

We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's

You've got nowhere to run dear
You've got nowhere to hide
Take a bottle and some 
Pearl dust honey
Social Cyanide

You can hear it 
From the rooftop

into paradise
Feed the hungry, cure the sick
Tear down the churches brick by brick
Find the guilty and when I'm done
Jail them all in My Kingdom come!

a shallow grave
Buried me in the dust
Treated me like a slave

Oh babe, it's a cold case
You better watch out
Cos they'll investigate
Oh babe, it's a cold