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Apologetiparoxysm
My shell is present but
my minds light years away
i need a substance to secure my anchor
I dig and dig until I've dug myself a grave
Where did it come from
this newfangled anger
This persistent unfounded
annoyance is taking it's toll
Any semblance of calm has corroded
A psyche so sick and a soul so much sicker
Delusion my only reprieve
Listless callous numb
Despondency's the flavor of the day
A rapid shift in my
temperaments led me to sink
to a depth of dejection at which
i cant think through the mire malign
in my mind i meander and pray that
I stumble across some place safe
But i wont ill remain in this prison
reinforce the cell walls and fire upon any
who try to help im a toxin too
comfortable covered in quills
Listless callous numb
Despondency's the flavor of the day
Please forgive me i know im
a nightmare and not myself
I just cant shake this feeling
of impending doom and that
weight on my mental healths
left me so detached
With every respite from this odd
suspension im trapped in
i see all the pain that ive caused and it
kills me inside so i put up a wall
further exacerbating the problems
and still entertaining this
listless callous numb.
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Crackpipe
I try to be an optimist but my glass is always bone dry so
i gotta fill it up or get high to get by to just try n
tip toe the tight rope this pessimism is a disease
With depression and apathy sets in a complete lack
of all motivation to reach any goal so dig deeper
the hole we've dug with distractions and give in to a vice
Once its hard to wake up hard to function hard
to cope without a 6 pack a bag o' weed or a bump of coke
we've lost autonomy and depleted all our dopamine now the world
does seem a dreary place devoid of any hope without a vice
we poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band-aids on our bullet wounds we subtract good add vice
When you decide to stop ya can't go cold turkey because
you're left with a brain all out of wack though it can
be a quick hazy saunter down to rock bottom it's a long road
back there ain't no seatbelts on this wagon with every
speedbump we're launched back to square one where we tell
ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
V: I'm not sure that I'll be any better tomorrow
I'm not sure that I'll be any stronger tomorrow
I'm not sure that I wanna wake up tomorrow
J: we tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
We promise ourselves lie to ourselves that well do better tomorrow
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
But sooner those tomorrows cease to come when you live anchored to a vice
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The Abolitionists
unity
explosive
today we fight as one for
for abolition
our common cause, our bond is strong
our principles are conscious arms
empowering those once held down
and ending slavery in any form
while that that blue wall waxes and wanes in shame
their divisions up in flames
their helmets split
their shields quit
their courage melts away
they know nothing, not why they fight
they still die tonight
with our arms and in our hearts
we’ll to end this state
at times our unity it strains
our differences so hard to take
hard to remember that we’re all products
and our differences, actually our strengths
so we’ll kill all their cops
we’ll burn down all their precincts
till we will end all these capitalists
we are the abolition
unity
explosive
for abolition
we have unity
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Skull Caster - Cop Shot
01:36
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Cop Shot
oh, there’s a cop shot
he’s lying on block
poster says to snitch, but
i’m feeling safer with him gone
no tears for / cop shot
i got none left / cop shot
i shed them all / cop shot
on what they’ve done, what they’ve done,
done, done, done done
let sunshine, let it stream from / cops corpses
like the clouds run, all departed / this rain will end
behind their blue wall the bastards all gather
sun shines through the bullet holes in
every single one
oh here’s another one
lying on the job
holding all us down
must of been to much for ‘em
oh, there’s another one
lying in the street
someone call the cops
to clean up all this shit
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