Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Count your dead
Kill your poor
What are you looking to find here?
Absolution, attainment
Atonement, justification
All priced to move you
(Standing like it's action)
Bide time with brought rhymes
High five to nine for naught
Joke with misdirected lies
Who the fuck aren't you kidding
I knew you back in school when there
Were less actores to look up to
Studying simplicity
We still meant the laughter
If you could love yourself
The way you do them
There'd be life after
The playwrights lowered their guns
There's peace pieces to up again
You used to build
Mind your pen
Remind your pen
I'm sick of the video you've
Rewound us in
The headaches:
Still shots taken in sequence
Hung over old dreams to dry and
Develop moldy cultures
Still;
All this sun and you're sleeping
In the dark room
Waiting on a film caked thick within
Cleaning stained windowsills
Instead of taking panes
Out of eyes
(I'm out of rhymes)
Colourless you hid behind heavy lids
Eating surface shit
Somewhere deep you swear
Respect exists
(Exits upstage right)
Tradegy:
Indefinitely more down than a kiss
The assumed and the actual
Are both a sad performane
An audience will answer
If you question them correct
You don't see the bloody entertainers
You're trying to resurrect
Not knowing you're looking
Is atonement cash or check?
Absolved and justified
Create an ego to protect
Center level center roar
Center level center roar
Center level center roar
Is an army is a form
Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Count your blessings
Kill your poor
Culture envy world over
Respect drunk war sober
I'll fight for no flag
And battle all devices
Old men divide soil spoils
For us to toil indecisive
Over whose music's origins
Are righteous or damned
Or if one is the same can both be
Wrought with your hands
We've wroung out all lands and brought
Bought life
Back to life
Only this time we'll go ahead and say the
Origins were white
Heads in the sand that kept us warm from
The rhythms of the night
You'd think history
Would give fair warning
But it doesn't make for good
Sales or stories
And don't think we're done
Stealing the past
Or telling it to you second-hand
While tipping the hour glass
And tilting our hats
One-third
C***
Eyed
Now dance.
I remember when the beat moved itself
Through sacred trees and ceremonies
A hapless hieroglyph soul-branded on the
Open spaces of consciousness
And we are all con-script scrawled across
The middle canvas
Draw fast - answer nothing
There's no question they've been here
Glyph lock pick pockets
Patrolling the selling block
For cheap/easy targets
The dueling heretics of a new religion
Doodling death wish on a
Fluttery paper soul
Draw fast
Black canvas impervious
To shades' shame
Paint the world lovely
With indecipherable song
Plant the flag of the insane
In land unsold
Forego the envious and warring
To play the unknown
What is culture but the gift of dream
What is life but to sing
Sleep unseen
Center level center roar
Center level center roar
Center level center roar
In an end many more
Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Count your dead
Kill your poor
By now you should've died twice
We're not communicating
One line at a time or
A version of a dying woman
On my doorstep
Fading fast the second time around
What's inside these sounds you mouth
Did you hear the call
From across the ages
The sea takes us back too quickly
And I'm far from grounded
Now's the time to sail
Before the last tree falls
I'm seeing my mentors sage-less
Casting outside their realm
Ex-spelling P. G. Concepts
To conjure self
I'm seeing priests
Prostrate to prophecy
Praying in the wrong room
Count your blessings
And sell the difference
I'm seeing indifferent sould
In different cells
Spilling blood like wine
Just to know they've been here
Hold your pitcher
Kill your pour
Try to clip these wings
Still we soar
Frantically flapping the faces
Of (not) our kids
Heading south to sea too soon to say
'Stay - I've seen'
Nothing but envy for the green
War for the greed
Innumerable dead blessings
And your poor peaceful resting
Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Culture envy culture war
Count your blessings
Kill your poor
Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your dead Kill your poor What are you looking to find here? Absolution, attainment Atonement, justification All priced to move you (Standing like it's action) Bide time with brought rhymes High five to nine for naught Joke with misdirected lies Who the fuck aren't you kidding I knew you back in school when there Were less actores to look up to Studying simplicity We still meant the laughter If you could love yourself The way you do them There'd be life after The playwrights lowered their guns There's peace pieces to up again You used to build Mind your pen Remind your pen I'm sick of the video you've Rewound us in The headaches: Still shots taken in sequence Hung over old dreams to dry and Develop moldy cultures Still; All this sun and you're sleeping In the dark room Waiting on a film caked thick within Cleaning stained windowsills Instead of taking panes Out of eyes (I'm out of rhymes) Colourless you hid behind heavy lids Eating surface shit Somewhere deep you swear Respect exists (Exits upstage right) Tradegy: Indefinitely more down than a kiss The assumed and the actual Are both a sad performane An audience will answer If you question them correct You don't see the bloody entertainers You're trying to resurrect Not knowing you're looking Is atonement cash or check? Absolved and justified Create an ego to protect Center level center roar Center level center roar Center level center roar Is an army is a form Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your blessings Kill your poor Culture envy world over Respect drunk war sober I'll fight for no flag And battle all devices Old men divide soil spoils For us to toil indecisive Over whose music's origins Are righteous or damned Or if one is the same can both be Wrought with your hands We've wroung out all lands and brought Bought life Back to life Only this time we'll go ahead and say the Origins were white Heads in the sand that kept us warm from The rhythms of the night You'd think history Would give fair warning But it doesn't make for good Sales or stories And don't think we're done Stealing the past Or telling it to you second-hand While tipping the hour glass And tilting our hats One-third C*** Eyed Now dance. I remember when the beat moved itself Through sacred trees and ceremonies A hapless hieroglyph soul-branded on the Open spaces of consciousness And we are all con-script scrawled across The middle canvas Draw fast - answer nothing There's no question they've been here Glyph lock pick pockets Patrolling the selling block For cheap/easy targets The dueling heretics of a new religion Doodling death wish on a Fluttery paper soul Draw fast Black canvas impervious To shades' shame Paint the world lovely With indecipherable song Plant the flag of the insane In land unsold Forego the envious and warring To play the unknown What is culture but the gift of dream What is life but to sing Sleep unseen Center level center roar Center level center roar Center level center roar In an end many more Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your dead Kill your poor By now you should've died twice We're not communicating One line at a time or A version of a dying woman On my doorstep Fading fast the second time around What's inside these sounds you mouth Did you hear the call From across the ages The sea takes us back too quickly And I'm far from grounded Now's the time to sail Before the last tree falls I'm seeing my mentors sage-less Casting outside their realm Ex-spelling P. G. Concepts To conjure self I'm seeing priests Prostrate to prophecy Praying in the wrong room Count your blessings And sell the difference I'm seeing indifferent sould In different cells Spilling blood like wine Just to know they've been here Hold your pitcher Kill your pour Try to clip these wings Still we soar Frantically flapping the faces Of (not) our kids Heading south to sea too soon to say 'Stay - I've seen' Nothing but envy for the green War for the greed Innumerable dead blessings And your poor peaceful resting Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your blessings Kill your poor Explain Request ×
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