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Working Man Blues - BTK
Try Not To part 1 & 2 - Maven
Silver-lined Clouds
These vague clouds twirl in an intricate vision
Of that has been lost within the rubik cube prism
Who has not faced the threat of death
But what do you expect from the light so desolate
This tunnel is more of a catacomb of knowledge
Centuries after the slavery of school was abolished
A ghost town of poltergeists with a collapsing star
That erroded the earth to a smouldering fog cigar
And I exhale the remnants of a past high hope
Where the lives of many were expired quickly and died slow
In a trial of debris, I inhale the crimson earth
As the mile depledes and the rubik's cube flirts
With a reason for corse breathing and forced bleeding
This fetus exceeding the need for birth with more seedlings
So abrupt and glisten like these coke thin-lined sirius
Dusty plains of death or is it the smoke in my eyelids
That will remorse the early perverted virginity
Of a circmstance that lasts for seconds transparent as infinity
Staring past divinity, maybe these stars are a solution
For separating these silver-lined cloud illusions
The unexplained- I spelled it out with a felt tip
Cause a raspy lip exceeds comprehension of a celtic
A dialect so limited, I roll it in my blunt and take a hit of it
And echo into one way train passage to hell my dominative
As my compass points back at a crumbling civilization
A sparse light ignites a once thought humbling visualization
Of an imploding nebula, an intricately intwined network
That surpassed our theory of the universe from experts
So clap me like a mosquito in your webster and drown me
In a thought bubble and destroy the rubble of babble on
A library to an atheist, the pain that is illiterate in my county
Hang me from the pendulum, tip the scales til the battle's won
Edit us in a water vapor and perspirate to number nine sounds
And drop us onto paper forming the papyrus silver-lined clouds
Note: The italics are when the beat changes up a little bit, I tried to improvise.
thanks and...
Peace.