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dead on sight - dark matter blues كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: nogoodnik]
only thing i fear’s the first of the month
current status hurting for help i burned all my funds
concerned that my personal h_ll is another second where i’m not—
perfectly numb, burdens a stretch, i never carried it
the person i loved i should’ve married
it’s a lesson in a time bomb, i guess the lead was buried
doin’ fine mom, i guess the lead was buried
rollin with the punches, i guess i should’ve parried
parroting whatеver most viciously carved a mark in my brain
sitting parked in thе car, sick from standing in rain
playing catchup from a bender now just standing is pain
i can’t stand the fear that no one understands what i’m saying
panning out, didn’t go to plan
quit telling me to quit while i’m ahead
even if i was a better man i’m betting
two chickens no bread the way i doubled down
suffering’s just dents, i’m betting that they buffer out
you’ll never map a dumber route, bummer never met her joke
please don’t throw me out
thumb inside the ledger pills in portions just to own a couch
i don’t even own a couch
every time i tell them toners low they tell me tone it down, motor mouth
don’t bite the only hand that even knows the route
get the ring decoders ring the bell the ring swinging is my only out
they couldn’t take the pressure
sacred treasure, i’m the one that made the metrics that it takes to measure
[bridge 1: nogoodnik & saint sleep]
and i’m still off charts
charged up with a look that could k!ll off a cart
man, nik it’s getting kinda dark, come back inside before you starve
or they carve you out of fossil and they turn you to a novel
dispo weed, my distro starving
mission goin p_ss poor, still starting _ james harden
barging in the room with empty pockets
i’m the one they gang stalking swear they ran out of options

[verse 2: saint sleep]
nothing make no sense no more, it’s laughable
getting flippant turning cynicism on and off
often have to be the one to make the hardest choice
braggadocio bars, they swear i do the most
my lunchable is packed with cyanide
find it hard to find the things i like to find
that makes no sense but cents these days are hard to find
my common sense is lacking so i got the pack back together
dead on sight, swear not a single soul missed us
kept the floppy disk ready for this day, kept the virus at a bay
had to take precautions wonder what they’ll say
had no choice can’t avoid too much brain inside my skull not enough corrupted files
now i’m in the geriatric ward counting all my crashouts
crash course in failing subjects
putting zip bombs on blackboards for discussion
seven petabyte picture of a skeleton in disguise
don’t side with an enterprise, f_ck a helpline
[bridge 2: saint sleep & orchadia]
need my roman empire (what)
you could go to heaven or go to h_ll
it don’t matter when there’s organs left to sell
worlds smallest organ playing wedding bells
world so distorted, ain’t no time left to dwell
married to the game and she makes me sleep outside
even if it’s in the middle of this constant wintertime
tell me what you want like, tell me what you need like
tell me what you love, right, tell me what you dream

[verse 3: orchadia]
it’s this indiscriminate little thought
i been thinking maybe i been off nonstop
staring at the sky screaming like alarm clocks
maybe i should start something that i am not
balmain grabbing at your neck like new cologne
cocaine searching for a way inside my nose
i think every single high is a brand new low
nomadic i roam ain’t no place to call home
ain’t n0body throw me no bone
keef weed rolled on kiwike grove
f_ckin with this vision since the day i was invented
swimming straight to venice, chewing on the venison
hearing demons knocking but i never let ’em in
heads been a little bit delicate ever since
i was heaven sent, with three more pounds of mescaline
but then again (true story)
never got the upper hand, always other men
always reprimand, never take a stand
always told that i can’t ’cause this weed in my hand
some nonsense ’bout discipline
i never listen, no time for your b_tchin’
get out my way so i can
history rewritten, difficult decision
all part of my new plan

- dead on sight

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