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saturday morning soundtrack - adopted birth defect كلمات الأغنية

feed the family they need attention eat the children to feed intention
everyone’s invited, so bring a friendship. everyone’s invited, bring the b-tter knife and tension
born in a power plant, raised by the hour hand … (?)… my hands for taking a salty grain of sand
once i learned i was a domesticated package riv-aged by bargain hunters …(?)… commodities blunders
that’s when it finally dawned to me, that i was something to somebody but nothing better than property
properly embrace the game, its a celebrity but honestly all i wanted out of life was a life that taunted me
it kept dangling dollar bills off fishing poles or driving a family sedan …(?)…acrylic ill-strations that i got hooked
but like i’d go back to that cracked aquarium i so naturally referred to as a debilitated concentration camp
disguised in a nursing home sense of fashion i’d fasten my home and if i were because sooner or later they’re coming to conquer you
they been monitoring your moves so please make a promise that you’re honoring the truth

the heat makes me breathe less. it’s time to bleed dreams so the seams seem refreshed
and i no longer feel the need to be what you think is best. don’t worry you will die unimpressed
born ahead of my time, i never relied on a promise. with development of the mind comes instinct conscience
i think things will be better when i travel further but for now i struggle through the mud
and touch what turns your curiosity around your fear and honesty but now you see it’s not so bad, suffocate your frown
mistakes might crowd the excitement you found, somebody’s gotta k!ll the clown before the laughter’s able to drown
the table is round for the square thoughts that i bring to it. contrast, i’m last when it comes to giving in
i’m living with a vision of a prison that you sit in my decision isn’t it fulfilling watching time rot away slowly
but i guess it’s how you view it, but i guess it’s the influence that’s rooted in the uselessness
clip your wings if you wanna know the truth, just, clip your wings if you want to know the true us

when i was born i rode a rainbow over the swamps of jupiter. conquered lucifer and punched a hole in the lawless universe
it was as dark as can be. but with the faith of a star, i took a giant quantum leap and erased the mark of the beast
the fangs, the flaws i took out didn’t phase my force field so i pulled the eyelids over the head and blinked until my eyes peeled
i deal with an ideal of silence and self medications to resist distractions because attractions lead to all attachments
and i’m going through withdrawal i made my way to a cave maybe i made a mistake because company never came close to inflicting their morphing ident-ty processed dissected orange forms swarm the sunset that sinks beyond the endless horizon
i fade, i made a sacrifice, i’m hollowed out, empty. in an after-life where i exist in a hole, in a cell, in the head of a god
but there’s nothing to sell now because all i found was a book that i can’t
read because the story teller is hooked in a thread we’ve weaved into a net
this light has a life of its own with a sweet and (?) mystery completely meant to me the needs of shadow corners
and indeed it’s starting to get to me i’m sort of tipping onto one side. it’s getting windy outside
and i know because the inside is dizzy. and i’m spinning around, tripping over my expectations and hitting the ground
pitiful attempts to prevent this pretty (?) from leaving the egg before the hatch
i seem to be bleeding back into the sleepy beings whom a translucent vein that runs deeper than the roots of meaning
soaked in laughing gas, half awake, that’s how you’ll find me. putting on my happy face asking god “why are you crying?” why…why are you crying? “why you crying?” it doesn’t make sense

i was born inside an open letter to be read and the message says i’m not dead
alive and breathing, kicking bleeding within so if you cut my skin you will get a slice of heaven
show and tell hold me now. close to you and notice who i am one man’s (?)
standing outside in the rain-storm letting water drain down to feed my veins
now i’m not thirsty anymore. please world don’t hurt me anymore when the deserted feel the dreams that seems to be split at the seams
and (break or brake) with a… manage to bake more cake with a (…?…)
first footsteps then (finish?) (ledger?) the gutter away from mother
so pray for sunny away from home thunder rolls lightning might strike twice never know (?) am now see. who is he? reflection crooked and gl-ss shattered and mirror broken. hoping i can awaken out of this place i lay in. awaiting for what?…. nothing

-note- this awesome song was very hard to transcribe! if anyone has a suggestion to fill in the missing phrases [marked by (…?…)]
or a missing word [marked with (?)] please comment on it and i will change it accordingly. also any formatting suggestions are welcome too. hopefully with enough help from the rg community we can make this song neat, complete, and eventually annotated 🙂

- saturday morning soundtrack

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