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Tool Reflection

The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source is

The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source is

weeping The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source

story tellers in abandoned homes Miss 'em all like, childhood, reminisceful songs Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying your shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools

let ya mind follow me like a preist to his panthem The anthem if they left standing then I hand them The tool of my trade reflects the trade of my tool

go with their empty hands Their hearts are fools, their heads are tools Now hurry, now hurry, my lovely fools Ends and then begins and ends again Like reflections

possessed by ooh man, it's so sad to see how you ah flex and ah gwan you act like a fool you are ruled by you tools by what was made for their own

up and show me someday I'll say you're vacant and maybe you're better off this way Leaning over you here cold and catatonic I catch a brief reflection

N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the