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gao the arsonist - post mortem كلمات الأغنية

start off the autopsy with a y-incision
poltergeist in vision
it decides it didn’t like your prying business
it declines this entrance to its body while it’s rotting
brought some flies in with it
that’s a life long sentence to describe one’s inability
to achieve expressing why i’m feeling how i’m
feeling/filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling
kick it
dive in quicker than a live amphibian
in the end it’s futile
anti-violence systems
identify as pacifist ’til pupils dilate from sipping punch
wicker
bunsen burner yearned by vile sc-m
villains
fall from high vault ceilings
it defies all physics if
you expecting confetti at an autopsy
messy red on white like i gone off piste
skin sings hymns with discord
song’s off key
i’d die with the lie like a false god
priest keeps the secret safe
cadaver’s chest a cavity like t–th decay
i would rather have a plaque for being saint-like
fake my righteousness
if i could just tighten up

open up right
spill my guts and organs to the coroner
borderline disorder
cutting corners for a border
sure i’ll let ’em slash my abdomen and act like i’m a foreigner
to closing off
almost wrote ’em off like quarters in a fortune burning
spill my guts and organs to the coroner
borderline disorder
cutting corners for a border
sure i’ll let ’em slash my abdomen and act like i’m a foreigner
to closing off
almost wrote ’em off like quarters in a fortune burning

body took a beating
yeah he had a taste of masonry
washed him off while bleeding
placed his face inside a basin
buried the b-st-rd breathing
adam had the apple
ate the berries
sacrilegious images
no wonder why the wraith was wary
wasted every chance i ever got to try and open
been blowing smoke
folks choking
full of sh-t like belly bloated
bust
i vomit
serve some tonic
sheer thought on it has me throwing up
i’m “pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics” sort of f-cked
in the head
hence
discussing my head-sp-ce is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing
i’m cold like frozen venison
deer in headlights
fearing plebites
rally dissidents
it’s cello-taped to threatening
need medicine in cabinet
i revel in sh-t devilish with arrogance
i cut and run like i just grab a blade to stab and dip
you’re mistaken if you’ve taken me for placid
rude awakening like hammock ripped

- gao the arsonist

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