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Lyrics
I feel the full moon coming it's coming tonight A prism of peace white heat white white So far amidst but so close in perspective Rake in your ideals Cancel all objectives I'd rather strap 92 to my chest Resurrect this land And save what's left An all brewing conscience Not hard to find You'd better be dreaming That thoughts will allign The dignified, wimpified, wokeful inflictions Give them what they ask Inflict the incisions Cut the pigs up, make a decision Fight cut fight cut End this division All the time it's just running around my soul All thе time it's just running around my soul All the time it's just running around my soul You Gotta givе it gotta take it gotta break it gotta make it Look at the ground what do you see Sweat and tears that lay empty A hollow Carcus breathing just A rancid perverted musk Invisible pennies bleeping away Working for nothing paying to pay I'd rather strap 92 to my chest Resurrect this land and save what's left All the time it's just running around my soul All the time it's just running around my soul All the time it's just running around my soul
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Credits
- Producers
- Ross Orton