burning rubble

Lyrics
[kill ebola] Give me back what you take Give me back what you take Give me back what you take Give me back what you take That bitch ain't unique I could name a couple Dyed hair puppy stair od over be a couple You too fucking loud I'm looking for the subtle You the enemy I'm seeing burning bridges building rubble Every other ball is where u fucking mumble loosely fumble go ahead and make it off your pussy stubble Finding peace in bubble seeing double then she claiming creepy when I'm gentle being and just trynna cuddle Wish somebody who ain't cheesy see me All the same out the lames and you the vp Why its always issues with the daddy and your wrist is full of lashings insecure and always asking dumb annoying voice interrogating Degenerating generation infiltrating Screen and brain stem hate them Wanna shove a knife in your face bitch Then put it in your ass like you ain't shit [Dytenna] Andy, what a line Sever the ties that bring the rise of scorn in the eye The thinning time is slipping away and we can't confine Our kind to monotonous 9 to 5 jobs Burning the rubble inside guys that have fried minds from porn's ties They braindead, I can't seem to fathom what they done to us They fucking the system for a big brother that runs earth and plus Mr. Orwell was right, we're now under mass control and lust It's creeping from every corner; we gotta brake, evade it Does anything of more value wanna take the floor without a fuss? Totalitarianism could fuck off and then a bit more trust Can be established more directly in the midst of all this dust I'm breathing in. It's toxic like Ebola and I've had enough Of "just reasonings" as to why I can't say what I wanna say I got Andy and Theo by my side to build up what I play Through my mouth as I whine and shout, through rhyming out Exemplifying electrifying realities that you can't handle now We're targeted on behalf of our actions that soon lead to infractions Holding us down enacting, irrational rules too leads to inaction No change, matter fact, and I don't see no one feeling the same passion I'm on my rations and I'm retaliating for a cash in, uh
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Credits
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- kill ebola
- Dytenna