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swordplay & pierre the motionless - when the hurricane comes كلمات الأغنية

[verse i]
i’ve lost it all often
put me in the washington office of a coffin that i belong in then
i’m stuck in my stock options and politics
i’m too talkative, if i may begin
because these common men
they never get caught caterwauling and off the wall
throwing caution to the wind
or pretend molotov’s at apostles
all they want’s a bottle of klonopins
i’m swallowing the toxins in
run out of oxygen
running a thousand city blocks in my moccasins
i wander in, up into the center of a city grid hollering olly olly oxen
i speak to the fossils
i dig em up and dust em off
down to the joint where the lone god hobbles
i turn em into novels
spit em back out from the back of my tobacco painted tonsils every day
i got a gift shop sling shot
i point it at these robot cop drones now flown above
i’m setting up shopping carts in parking lots to settle with the winds when the hurricane comes…

[hook]
i’m living in a prison with invisible friends
who dream of freedom because it does not exist
i will not resist
make the arrest
i’m a victim of a problematic radical thought process
i predicted the cataclysm: a typical vision left on in my mind in hypnotic display
i will not be okay
i will not be okay
i will not be okay
make the arrest

[verse ii]
because common sense is an inadequate defense tactic non-applicable to the digital model and modern day k!llers control their missiles on a desk top
i’m looking at the box like “is this thing on?”
we’re living in the middle of a prison where the wealth is hither and thither and yon
broadcast the hologram, a cinematic vision of a pop icon
i sing a love song to the activists who don’t put their money where their mouth is
or talk about vietnam in a pentagon food court
no, you know better than that that venom attached to the militant’s split lip
pacifists with the laughing gas set sail for the baghdad discotheque
a capitalist free market suicidal cybernetic invention
fiddle with chemical alignment and speak my mind when i’m in suspension
but don’t mention that i’m a mess
i’m a criminal in distress
put in the kennel, i’m a ketamine-colored enemy combatant with no contest
make progress like weather machines and atomic bombs
i hope to gasoline that i find my planet one day

[hook]

- swordplay pierre the motionless

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