Contains samples of a lot of Rush acapella tracks, and a sample of a grateful dead live jam
lyrics
In the breaking waves, I had found a key. It unlocked a jar, and a symphony fully contained in, a sustaining note. That encompassed all, and destroyed the boats from the depth of time, and the coral sun, that had frozen up, and had flooded none in a size-less reef, and a brackish sheath that had pulled me down, with me in its teeth.
Violently, material falling and coating everything in sheets of black and gold in the Benadryl napalm undertow, mass incarceration is the future if you hold your head down and ignore the polygons prophesizing the world below; actual categories of people are suppressed within the system that is spanned by a basis of greed and jealousy figureheads are spouting their phrases like they were set up by the same ones that had held your wisdom down now here’s a melody:
In the breaking waves, I began to write, it unlocked a jar, that I broke from spite fully contained in, tidal pools of bile that encompassed all, made it all worthwhile, macro strain, kills the brain. Flee from the light, coast through the flight.
Fold, cut, gnashing and smashing the frame, filling the foreground with pain. Soaking the sun, in a bath, you might laugh, fire the staff, split hand, oversaturated flame, ceasing the lantern of shame. Drugging your gun, sell a ton, switch to run, and to stun. Twenty four times, twenty four times, sold and crisped on federal lines, dull force, undercalculated blame, lightning the beacon of gain. Drawing a blank drawing a blank molten fists did several crimes sweet name, staging the merger of cain, caught as it falls in the rain. All the water broke the vcr, and it flattened out your pbrs, all the salt had caked the new keytars, all the salt had caked the new keytars, all the water broke the vcr, and it flattened out your pbrs, all the salt had caked the new keytars, all the salt had caked the new keytars.
Watch me sail to the curse and then pick up a person in danger, rotating mast it goes boom in the past and it washed me, new saturation with anticipation of dark waves rolling and coasting round even the head of town. Watch me half of a person that knows he ain’t terse but when danger comes and I take a pill just for a fucking thrill, washed me out of the codified system that I described, dark waves rolling me over, please drown me again, I know in the breaking waves, I had found a key, it unlocked a jar, and a symphony fully contained in, a sustaining note that encompassed all, and destroyed the boats. From the depth of time, and the coral sun that had frozen up, and had flooded none in a size-less reef, and a brackish sheath that had pulled me down, with me in its teeth
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