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m on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy

Opulent kinetic sculptures Visualized voices in motion Plastic puppet pictures Audial dances distortion Dead stars, dead stars Oh yes we are dead

Under the dark sky we stand Under heavy rain we walk Your hand in mine, my eyes in tears Here where heaven is forgiven Here where tears have no name [

Inhale/exhale Inhale the injected voice Inhale the exhaled Inhale/exhale Inhale/exhale Exhale the inhaled Inhale/exhale And released the liquids in drops

Night swells to distant spheres Silent throat of unholy times The withering wind deep down here Flesh of the gods bleeding as light Here in the environs

ohren auf und hör mal zu, ich bins.m.u.d.o.das ist kein witz, mann, das spricht man auch soich hab mücken auf der bank, klamotten im schrankich

ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC Robotics, a science tried in some factories Function and adaptability, it

Heaven is holding my hand Knowing she cares helps me stand Oh, my arms open wide as she prays Caring for me in her way She?ll be mother and sister to

Running amok Spilling blood Bashing heads I do my part Behind the lines Swabbing door handles of cop cars With D.M.S.O. Mixed with L.S.D.