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Doseone - Etherial Downtime lyrics
There is no paid born tribulation Arduous enough true love laden Flied to uncut or morsel indignation are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labour Can't conduct, exquisite The realms of feeling empathy and implicit Think elementally All this spoken arithmatism (?) And once having been experimentally envisioned in Animated person's glaring eye You can't communicate, live or even come to find Without such inklings, laced, magnanimous to the sense Go ahead and try And be mistook by Underhandedness of man to decree Tense are exemplify the expansive gift Called me, myself and I Without a canvas, gentle devotion And hence Cerebellum medulla in emotion Or get the heart and soul lingually interwoven Hence, for the weak-seekers God says 'Mankind is chosen, to fully partake' Notice, not every purpose supplied Case, getting olden For medium or in expressive And every transient fibre and shred Of her or him Friend, you may begin to awaken At any point, in, when, or what if? Question In short, show some respect for perfections Last pack (enhancer?) left with humane connections Then scribe out some soul with ressurected intention Not accustomed to in these parts Since persective ascensions Pass a little dark for the bottom-dwelling populace farce convention And the clandestined are Essence disciples, lesson the passive trifle Totally typical tidal temperaments Affliction of the vital Your testaments of life Cycle through the excrements internally Or get your wits about you, ernestly Curving your weight, inadvertently On one leg, unscathed index finger Realizing enlightenment Treads earthlessly in retroactive security Of whats destined, reflect assuredly The clearing from which you compose is under protection Of the mercifully arose through correction Personally potent, peripheral visionary So rest in, our radical endorphin vortex And be among the mystics of cerebral cortex Where we're all adored, suns and droplets Of a greater head-rush Welcome, intact eligible flux Of emotion, spirit and mind thus All infinite cells are intertwined About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust Left: Trust, remain the unparalleled Permits persisting to jump From a severe brainstorm's got stung Step back, scale, insight stain struck As wonders clap pale the span of soul-lit skies Setting tight feelings, wail humans liberal cries Til our own moment prevails When a gap in the the lyrics never tries And catch worse benchmarks Why? It's not a moving piece of art I couldn't invigorate a part in these incredibally potentially Charged sinks over experience Embarks on a vantage of intuitive's over These emotionally stark foreshadows grasp hold of bars Than all of ballpoint may ever are (?) craft and found and join into structures Such a ma-magnificent use of the writing If none stutter the buoyantly innocent So easily amused, subconsciencely contrast My levelled inner views Who seemed only to stew adrift with more further and keener in tune sense of the yet-to-be channeled soon Murmered, as healing echoes of two cents, while in shambles Usurper commemorated annals of insecurity Gorge fears, your (?) owes Candles, to be mailed decrees Tear, providing contemporary debries cleared The skull slips willingly beneath the queer More cataclysmic hush, as ideal embodiement steps for flush Before cluttered mind to fantastically thrust life force Upon bluish lines Of course ultimately, brittle paper is touched transgressing all secular confines Right: Otherwise neutralities for the stillborn And large rocks and ill-advised by incorporated ones Who want not again and again Invoke these acts, rehash, master plan You couldn't remain in, digitally orchestrated And then shoved down throats through suspect temples So when time shines next, glaze on over And indulge the once removed cousin of purchasing power Run along, browse, to where putting neon solicits, impairing judgement And I bet, crude names, the label reads 'Strict 9' while the cover says 'good for you too' In the neatest font, slicker than that fraction snapshot No, I beg of you, don't jump Make the most of deja-vu Before assuming a position that once extinct 50 Plus or minus umpteen senses been swapped For the latest in compact... shit Something should turn on, chime or dong Your private parts are being touched, and forcibly at that It's okay, feel violated, anything but entertained Or bound and gagged, rather than financed Mister impulse, and his rarefied woodship quartet Be nice to your tape-deck, after all Personal components don't have a power button It's no secret, every culture has technical difficulties And bad levels, be complacent, me? I'll stay critical And oh yeah, before you go Don't take any fibreglass navels And the labours of the lyricist unerlined His strange fellows, squinted ears, if you think inclined The given becomes a must Until no one image, vibration or line could be too much Or any origin of these deep minds Only us fuse, commune and combine By changes cuss, therefore no-one's blameless While our generation proceeds to burn on and aimless I haven't the famous, what leads the disciple with experience famous or any more priviliged for being so aimless 'But a power source is limitless,' heinous, molesters of the soul Natural impotence remain in, which can sustain this day and age Is mangy, frustrated, maneless, prides of future shameless Low blow (ignoramus?) what's established my decrepit Innocent stripper, You can't go against the grain Whole persons would think quicker without your vanity clogging (?) Be a stainless (?) is bigger, still it doesn't stop hither As young women portray the whorey witch High matriarch of slutdom elects death bushes Won't find fatal futility of guns are quite belligerently from The not so distand land of insufficient funds and bastard sons You're withering away at the hands of Dogs and dones delighted to defoliate wherever some green may run Then disperse to a slow trickle, offend and praising the sociopathic sickle Over the very burning light Which ripple your crumbling hides from dunes Grossly disfigured nipples, so there you stand knowledgebly gleamed, and esteemed, poised to speak In the orders, lime-lit green, atop a soapbox of the knees Trusting screams, this time pause and wipe fortune slate clean Before empowering slugs, do it to me From those idolized lips, brother, things can always be better than this Why not get a grip? Let the gaudy ode drip, and let the record skip As you Idle-ly hear enough to stitch Showing them all how hip-hop exists independant of any poster, post or and fantasize, love was what got us through 2 decades of yes y'all and it don't quit and if you feel need Get back to it, by staking pain in what you hit There's been enough, give me more a mind to eclipse An eternity (?) shine all-round breakers with interest in Must have been re-aligned, your greatest strength will have only begun to climb Forgive, thanks, peace, love Maintain the forms bind, if I may be frank Speaker and listener are two of a kind While the mediums just tried out for better characters in line What's content is ours to define Within the clutch of ethereal downtime.. There is no paid born tribulation Arduous enough true love laden Flied to uncut or morsel indignation are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labour Can't conduct, intact eligible flux Of emotion, spirit and mind thus All infinite cells are intertwined About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust If you think inclined, the given becomes a must until no one image, vibration or line could be too much For any energy origin, these minds Only us fuse, commune and combine by changes cusps Speaker and listener are two of a kind While the mediums just tried out for better characters in line What's content is ours to define Within the clutch of ethereral downtime.. |
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