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thr – the world as i see it كلمات اغاني

everybody’s watching, popping by, and opting in with optics
i optimize my opportunity wisely picking options
fixed on topics, next i’m thriving on the livelihood of monsters
traumatizing all the high-minded allies. we would just conquer
but they chastise and just blast ideas with catlike looks then bother
brothers bottling their blues before we bite bullets. it’s bonkers
we brood bouts that break when bad blood boils. bat eyes towards them ballers
busting on the boys believed to be behind boo-hooing bloggers

the world revolves around us! the cure: put off the counselors!
the pure have fallen callous! the war is starting now!

try to triumph in the light of my society, alright?
guys side with rivals rising opposite and filing strikes in spite
of private desire. my ire rises before sires’ eyes
horns, sirens cry for miles while i blind a tyke and vie to fight
for mine. i size a bite, enticing vice. i’m fine with dying. bye!
i’m fried but ice cold strides will strive to slice and spike with knives. no price
the dice will fly crosswise, alight on twice the time they’ll bide alive
demise is kind of in a trice. the demons chime with little guide
commit a crime and pilfer dimes. their life paraphernalia’s si-
lently declining in quiet, ironed and drying on clotheslines
of a parochial pigsty. it’s as delightful to watch paint dry
i’m hiking over grounds of land mines planted by the man fans like

the world revolves around us! the cure: put off the counselors!
the pure have fallen callous! the war is starting now!

black and blue i’m battered through the racket fused with babel, too
the attitudes of cackling dudes just vacuum rooms of glad amusement
facts are crude. they’re cr-ss and lewd. the daft buffoons don’t have a clue
their task is to attack the tune, trash, shackle, mute, and battle music
crafting ruin, crackpots choose the tactless brutes who p-ss pursuing
happy humans acting truly fab with fueling doubt from rulings
lacking cool and cl-ss. it’s surely absent. news is absolutely
abstruse. huge amounts of suited talent moved way out of view
sour troops of power-stupid cowards grouped in crowds rebuke
real loud, disputing our conclusions. fast! elude our masters’ u-
nits. shout! boom sound! soon, found new values!
rap, croon loud! feud! that few i’ll do!

the world revolves around me! the cure: put off the townies!
the pure have fallen nasty! the war is all the past!
the world revolves around you! the cure: put off the foul youth!
the pure have fallen mad rude! the war’s done. what’s the use?

- thr

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