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This isn't happening...
Fuck the (?) let me help you lose it
Here's the part where they merged again
Distort and I start acting stupid
I'm trying to get inside this little human body
and I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic
So change the channel before I poke in your fragile little mind
I start to probe, but I specialize in mind science
and history of human behavior in relation to the mind
Master compresses (?) transferring into face with the rhyme
I'm coming at you like the pavement through this warped landscape
Like a ghost fucking a carcass
Behold my light but do not touch
I was tumbling into my darkness
I stay steamlined (?)
While your pants fall off your arses
Me and my trusty hell (?)
Outlast this engineering catharsis
Anonymous anarchist
Post mathematical ones sway to the rhythm I skywalk impossibly
Tip toe over heads while the drums wade through the (?)
Excuse me
Never a moment to myself
No more (?) in the world
I don't feel like speaking to anyone
I'm busy designing a new world

I am a brave man
With a strange game plan

Sun on my face
I am empty
No more sorrow
Spanning, memories
I am the man
From tomorrow

Sun on my face
I am empty
No more sorrow
Spanning, memories
I am the man
From tomorrow

The boom bang bringer
I'm slinging my slang to the beat
My nose starts to bleed
Everytime I use mind control on human beings
(?)
Freaky deaky action on some blood nose busy boy
Black attract reflection

Ehh, hey (?)
No teeth just gum
(?) numb dumb thumb my bum
Dwankie on the pavement
Face in the sun
No home having tollie trekking, trollie trekkers
tollie piss bier kots shit kak fokken lekker
'Jou ma se poes'
Jou ma se poes (?)
(?)
Shutup!
You kick your bitch in the head while she pisses in the gutter
Cardboard reality, what mothafucka?

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