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All That's Left
V1 - :11 - 1:16
Sometimes i feel like i don't belong in this world
like an artificial rag doll and a puppet to girls
i have nothing in common with this place called earth
we destroy it every day so what's the point of birth
my path is chosen, and my past is frozen
i can't look back, so i crash into the ocean
diving head first with a massive explosion
trying to catch my train but i can't find my token
a simple nomad with a complex agenda
so i walk these tracks, and rest inside the mecca
a place to hide from, away from the sun
reaching deeper and deeper, i still feel numb
but freedom is my lover, so get ready to run
running faster than bullets in a camouflage shotgun
do people live here because there afraid to die
or do people feel happy when they learn to fly
so why do you fly when every day you cry
because you're trapped in a life that makes you lie
i'm tired of using these computers to make money
also tired of being corrupt and acting funny
what's so funny about these kids being hungry
nothing is funny, every day we die for something
beliefs and peace and yes even disease
when all i really wanna do is put this soul to ease
V2 - 1:38 - 2:22
I'm a short term thinker with a long term plan
catching baseballs with these nails in my hand
everything affects me from dawn back to morning
hopin' to be a legend by the time i hit forty
nothings gonna stop me, not even robotic fits
melting like a witch inside the pettiness of this
place i dwell where this town is my apocalypse
i can't help but think that my soul is anonymous
never cared about shit and probably never will
give me a reason, but i haven't found it still
this place is a desert, no sun above the hill
no comic book to build, no characters to fill
just a bunch of corporations with too much power
every day i clean off the corruption in my shower
passing through my blood, this is my final hour
my tombstone's covered with a dozen white flowers
V3 - 2:43 - 3:27
How in the fuck does everybody live in this cage
without going crazy, insane and deranged
are you brainwashed to think that you have too
it's a simple question that i have to ask you
my soul has died a thousand times in this hell hole
run little rabbit, there's food in your bowl
gaining strength to be a slave inside the cold
with an ace and three jacks, i still have to fold
wasting away as my mind slowly decays
these words are like a fine wine, better with age
twenty years later they'll be bouncing off sunrays
with all my albums that i'm taking back to my grave
taking nothing for granted, no regrets, no text
just my thoughts, imagination and future pets
rocking chairs, slippers with no bassinets
when all that's left is cd's and good sex
Album 3 - Yah D
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