Mrtzcmp3
  • Shoot the Messenger
  • Salt on Everything
  • Bottle of Humans
  • Da Baddest Poet
  • Plutonium
  • Selling Live Water
  • The Priziest Horse
  • Tokyo
  • Sebago
  • Dumb This Down
  • Teepee on a Highway Blues
  • I Don't Rap in Bumper Stickers
  • Year of the $exxx $ymbol
  • Tourist Trapeze
  • Dismantling of Sole's Ego
  • Famous Last Words
  • Pawn in the Game, Part 1
  • Slow, Cold Drops
  • Man and Woman
  • Save The Children
  • Suicide Song
  • Pawn in the Game, Part 2
  • Furthermore
  • Ode to the War on Terrorism
  • Very Important Message
  • Sole Has Issues
  • Bottle of Leftovers
  • Home
  • Self Inflicted Wounds
  • Sin Carne
  • Cheap Entertainment
  • Predictions
  • Respect Pt 3
  • I Hope You Like My Stupid Painting
  • Locust Farm
  • Every Single One of Us
  • A Typical
  • Center City
  • Crisis
  • Imsotired
  • On Martyrdom
  • Entalude
  • Drive By Detournment
  • Theme
  • Respect, Part 3
  • Respect Pt. 3
  • Manifesto 232
  • MC Howard Hughes
  • Understanding
  • Prosperity

We're doing it this time
Hey yo, turn my headphones up in the monitor
Turn my mic up in my headphones
Cool, let's do this

I've got time to pass
Calluses in cold sweats
When they've done all the drugs and the next earthquake hits
This hut will be the only structure standing
I built it with my fingernails
Stretched my skin for the windows
Move when the weather gets cold
Thus far, everything I've seen is an iced-out inferno
So I stay where it's safe
Far enough to reach it with a scope
And close enough to hear it when it gives birth to more desolation
My life, one long dissolution
Only to be replaced with new oases to climb to
The burden of an almost-bourgeois architect
Who keeps burning blueprints
But swears he's going to build the next Sistine Chapel
It's already built, I'm just not showing anyone where I hid it
From critics, safe from all the explosives
I can't afford failure
Everything that doesn't go my way is a mutiny
So every time the so-called conscripts break rank
I gotta tell myself there is no front
Just a big middle ground
As sure as I am Earth is a hell made of middlemen
No one hears you cry in the Disneyland
Or sees sculptures in the videogame
Where in the streets, people
Sing any one of fifteen songs currently on repeat
And sing a happy song, but the happy best not sing
Unless they deaf, dumb, and blind
Then they better hold their breath
Cause people like us know those
Who sleep on their feet
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