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syqnys – magic curtain كلمات اغاني

[intro]
while the [?] may be used in lieu of conversation
words will always retain their power
words are the means to meaning
and to those who will listen, the enunciation of truth
and the truth is

[verse 1]
we can’t know truth all we can know is an approximation
of knowledge made from a combination of contemplation and communication through conversation
it’s our consolation prize our minds are always racing
it’s a lot to take in my god forsaken noggin’s aching
math is the language of truth but its computations
are too complicated. math cl-ss? we don’t want to take it
we watch creationism get taught it’s all gods creation
it’s all a blatant shot at religious indoctrination
won’t stop till’ they got kids praying, hurry the sun god ra is waiting
my crops need rain and i got this pain if you can’t help me then i’ll talk to satan
we watch our nation’s population drop its face in slop and taste
the toxic waste and watch them waste away almost not worth saving
they’re waiting for the altercation in fact they’re pushing the confrontation
if they think you can turn their kids away from god then they risk d-mnation
they need more than condemnation, “we need to cut him chop him hang him
off him where’s’s our mob will take him chain him to a cross and stake him

[chorus](x2)
you pretend to know truth, you can not know
what’s behind your magic curtain?
you’ll never show

[verse 2]
god is dead (god is dead)
don’t get it twisted this isn’t like the mop on top of a rasta’s head
ask an apostate if allah’s dead
with his chopped off head lopped off that neck look at all that red
kind of looks like a pasta, bet
i ain’t even got to the flying spaghetti monster yet
it’s shadow’s here, but we got something to battle fear
so gather your sheep and cattle near and tell your flock what they’d rather hear
nothing but shit behind that veneer, no magic here behind that curtain i had to peer
that was weird nothing but gadgets gears and a man appeared (huh?)
i’ll tell you what i really think give me a quill some ink and i will go sink that feather quill ink
and i’ll wield the thing like i’ma k!ll your king make him knell to me cause’ he is nil to me
[rewind sounds]
… and i will just sink that feather quill ink
and i’ll wield the thing like i’ma k!ll your king make him knell to me cause’ he is nil to me
i’m sorry your highness, you don’t follow rewind this
see the godless don’t like this that’s why i ought to not write this
i ought to slaughter with kindness and make songs for the mindless
and talk about my money my cars and my diamonds
because my market’s as small as a mom and pop shop is
“i feel sorry for your mama!” as i say this he drops his
40 and pops from his pocket a rocket pops getting popped
and i just want to make noise at least as loud as that shot is
so if i tell you that god is concocted i sound obnoxious
knowing how religious the world is let alone how hip-hop is
i should probably drop this stop this song
it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong
i could rewrite it and still be left with its falseness

[chorus](x2)
you pretend to know truth, you can not know
what’s behind your magic curtain?
you’ll never show

[verse 3]
sticks and stones cripple bones
but words can be like obizzles drones
missiles blow up kids in homes, oh wait don’t get it twisted homes!
i still rock an obama sticker, on the back of my elantra get your
nonsense picture of obama looking like adolf come on he’s not a hitler
you got to be kidding me you’re getting me a little bit sick
with your ignorant shit yeah you lit up this wick of the dynamite stick
now i’m sitting here pissed (ugh, f-ck you!)
words can you touch you, burn you, cut you
even those that hurt you can learn to love too
you don’t have to scream i heard you what you
think they’re going to do with your sermon, uh you
think they’re going to curse you? f-ck you!
worthless b-m subversive sc-m you
belong in that mud, that muck that mush that dirt you sunk to
it haunts me at night see i want you to like me
constantly writing always i try to be
thoughtful enlightening like i’m caught in a lighting storm palming a kite string
too taught yeah it might be shocking me slightly it’s oddly exciting
watch me i’m rocking a mic see, never smoked pot but i got me a pipe dream
i try to tell the truth but they treat me like a pariah
throw your sire on the pyre and i light it on fire
i can see why i ignited your ire
i can understand why you’re lied to, but not why you’re a liar
why you’re a liar, why you’re a liar
the truth’s behind that magic curtain you’re just trying to hide her!

[chorus](x2)
you pretend to know truth, you can not know
what’s behind your magic curtain?
you’ll never show

[outro]
words can hurt you they can hurt you worse than sticks and stones
they cut deep they can maim you they can cripple bones
the truth can hurt believe me i know it can burn your eyes
but shadows on the wall is all that you can learn from lies

- syqnys

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