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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
I listen to my babe inhale I listen to my babe exhale I hope my babe is feeling well When my babe suffers, me as well I’m incomplete in every way I forgot to feed my babe today I took my babe up on the hill With no idea my babe is ill How is it I care so much And still forget important stuff It seems my babe’s not even here It seems my babe has disappeared I spent a while away from home I went to see life on my own I kept my babe out of my mind I pretended that this heart’s not mine On returning home I found My babe was dug into the ground My babes’ heart was clean and pure The man had said there was no cure My babe cried ‘please let me out’ I couldn’t hear cause I had doubts About the things I can’t control So far away where life is cold |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Everything in your life is explained away As part of a process that holds you back A walk along an avenue of trees is just what you need But the memory of divorce lingers on Everything will never be okay There’ll always be some part of you in pain Everything will never be okay There’s a lack of oxygen inside this town It stops my brain from getting me high Every time I wake up it’s a brand new day And I realize my body’s designed to die You can take an hour or two out of every day Living in a world of lies you feel no pain Cause I’m waiting for the day when I don’t have to work And love will satisfy my impatience You know how much my dear that I would love to talk But I’m far too busy on this occasion You can take an hour or two out of every day Living in a world of music you feel no pain It’s just as real to escape as to suffer |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Say you’ll meet me after school Lucky me you’re pretty cool Badly want someone to want me Take me home so you can flaunt me Who this boyfriend number 10 Daddy crows from in his den Roughly push me to your bed Pants are taken lights are dead Think you’re perfect irresistible Queen of hedonistic principles Wondrous vision, buxom swell Look like heaven taste like hell *You seduce me with your plastic smile Roll on lips and your ponytail And you tell me I’m the only one Same excuse for every father’s son The promise that you just can’t keep I’m lonely but I’m not that cheap* I used to believe in love You use it just like a glove Stop the fingerprints from showing Taking things when no one’s knowing Touch me cause my daddy’s rich Marry into bigger fish Tell me I’m your dearest honey Think that I’m just easy money I don’t care if sex is casual Fantasies or feelings actual I won’t be a stepping stone To any kind of bullshit throne *You seduce me with your plastic smile Roll on lips and your ponytail And you tell me I’m the only one Same excuse for every father’s son The promise that you just can’t keep I’m lonely but I’m not that cheap* Girl you smoking cigarettes Rancid poison on your breath Taste yourself you smell like death To love you I must drink my meth Kiss you is like lick the street Tar and spit between my teeth Heart attacks and sweet relief Take your pleasures life is brief Fuck yourself and fuck your cigarette Take your chances take your liberties Fuck yourself and fuck your cigarette Take your chances take your liberties |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
We’re cool we’re different And we hate things Yeah we hate things We hate people Take a stand and we will cut you down Be yourself and we’ll call you a liar Be somebody else and we’ll set you on fire Keep yourself to yourself and we don’t care if you die yeah Don’t tell me to look at myself I know that I don’t exist I am perfect I don’t exist In your stupid human world Before you tell me what you think’s in my mind There’s something there that I’ve been trying to find About the day that I woke up to decide The world is ugly and I want to be blind Take a minute to think what’s right You’ll be up until the end of the night Best forget that peoples’ problems are there Turn on the tv, sit there and stare Just what’s wrong with us is hard to explain You know it’s easier to kill than create Building happiness it seems there’s no time We spend our days here thinking love is a crime |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
I don’t wanna fight anyway
I don’t wanna take the things you own I don’t wanna put myself at risk So someone else can take their throne I would put them all in a room Give em all the guns and clips they need I would put a seed in their minds That foreigners are based on greed Soldier machismo and his morals Who am I to know what they’ve saved me from And what is there to say that if they all lay down My home would be gone I wanna put glue down your gun Imagine pointing that thing at your son When he dies you’ll tell us we’ve won And there’ll be no invasion Broken shells and twisted metal Flaming egos, wilting petals Look outside your eyes are sore Now tell me who won the war |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Sensing that this is a dark day I remember when the sun came again No need to fight the world myself I have victory built into history Cause I have seen better days There will be better days This is a shadow of life lying fallow Despairing can’t find its place here Take a token from the past And you see that nothing lasts Things keep moving on And you ask me Where is home? Well the clouds have fallen ill And if yet more rain is spilled Well I forgive them Wash your fears in purest hope It keeps you cleaner than can soap Just remember that the dirt comes from within your living skin It’s made of everything you eat Keeps you standing on your feet There’s a price to pay But don’t dismay You’ll live Because I have seen better days There will be better days Fearing silence you just might Find yourself awake at night Imagining the things that could go wrong before too long Let the panic slip away Don’t hold too tightly to this day Don’t crush its life out and you’re sure to find the cure |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Bathing in the sun Chewed up by some bugs Tearing through my flesh I can feel their love I hope that they are happy I feed them with my blood Today they may be rich But tomorrow comes a flood Real real real What are the chances Someone paid for me to grow up A mouth without a face He fights his fights in our back garden Inside we eat creatures Our hearts begin to harden A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don’t need We give our days to nothing But we’re not prepared to bleed |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false The hand feeds me stabs me from behind As the blade inches in you don’t even begin To think that I’d be one to do the same We’re all alone and there is only one throne So come on tell me that you really are my friend You hold me a story that I told Who wouldn’t trust a person if they said it was true You believe when I’m thinking that you lie Because I do all the time and so does everybody else I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false The hand feeds me stabs me from behind I found myself lost on a straight and narrow course If you can’t see it then you must be blind |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
Yo, the great Digi
What are you looking for? The World's greatest mind Bob Digital Man with no mother [RZA] Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench Ain't no man lover ever gonna silk the sealer I'm blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gumas Azubar Gem blue star, razor blade scar Who dare wanna spar bar for bar? Allah U Akbar I turn the most degenerate hood into a pop star Bless the seed who prays the Most High, without askin' why Flicks from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw On the shores of African beach, facin' the east White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see Found buried by the sea The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter We should send all these Devils back to Hell You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians Your incorrect retrospect on the situation You didn't know it was a Wu-Tang affiliation Legs speak like twigs, you're forbidden like pig You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig [Break: RZA] Raise your sword, and praise the Lord Enrage the war on this wicked society Raise your sword, and praise the Lord Enrage the war on this wicked society [RZA] The village must be pillaged The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage Cursed the ancestors and the seed of the assailant Dissect his body like an alien My seed must be spread I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds Then race to the egg and bring forth the Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head All you niggas out there who got money better watch out for the money hungry Straight up... The most beloved from a region undiscovered I've been hovered over by black buzzard walkin' through public Imagine the feelin' of growin' up, ten children Stuffed inside a shack, in the project buildings Women, infants and coupons, one stole camel soup on Stressed out with four kids, aborter Next door the dope fiend neighbour tryin' to sell his little daughter Poisonous, heat from the oven The only way we had to live was survivin' off mommy's lovin' Dead bodies found in the incinerator Lights Out, somebody fucked up the generator Talkin' welfare, cheese, franks and beans Mud stains on mock-neck shirts and tainted jeans Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up? And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us Sweatin' from cheese ravioli with tomato sauce and anchovie Spoiled, ah shit, my blood boiled But fuck that, I'm ready for open hand combat It's the tomcat, and my thoughts are unlimited Inflicted fatal wounds and I'm immune, see a evil society [Break: RZA] So praise the Lord and enrage the war Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society [RZA] There was a legend of a +Liquid Sword+ That was +Only Built 4+ niggas with +Cuban Linx+ Who +Entered the 36th Chamber+ and keep the true links, inherit +The W+ emblem Movin' the muscle changin' and bone tendon bendin' Science of 25 thousand year millennium The sinners from the men who exiled the Indians from India Who's times can't be measured linear In all tribes on Earth who can't find a friendlier group of people who shunt all evil, treat all men equal Even though we see through your wicked intentions We gave you land to experiment with your inventions But you strive for global lynchin', extension But it's yourself that will become extinct You inherit this power to think and build things The free wills of love, not hate or kill things And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal things And left scriptures behind to fulfill things But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things and kill Kings [Break: RZA] Raise the sword and praise the Lord On this wicked society, society Raise your sword and praise the Lord It's a wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society Rage the war Against this wicked society [Outro: RZA] Yo, the +Sickness+ That's what I want What are you looking for? Man with no mother That's what I want What are you looking for? Man with no mother |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
Silence cause I’m vain
Silence cause my mother thinks I’m beautiful Silence cause I’m vain Silence cause I’m scared of this passage of time Silence as I breathe Silence as my lungs become a metal box Silence as I breathe Silence as I close myself off from the light Wherein lies my soul Wherein lies my soul My eyes Silence when in pain Silence when my thoughts may cause a slight unease Silence when in pain Silence cause the fear it begins with a sound Silence in the chair where they give me the answers Silence when I’m asking a difficult question Silence cause I already know all the facts yeah Silence cause I don’t want to hear it today I can’t stand this silence In oceans of desire I can’t stand this silence That fear of death is |
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from Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be Ok (2003)
Wise is the one laughing from his grave
Poor is the one who refuses to save Gone is the hope of a better day I don’t really know you but I want you to stay We though we were the government Until the day our lives were spent We laughed at all the ones who went To make the same mistakes With all their good intent With all their good intent They think they are the government I tried to talk to my lover But silence fell around me I drew my last breath I couldn’t tell her I loved her Bring back the living with the kiss of death |