:1 Growing up, i never wanted the same things as my Pop. We disputed who'd be regulating the assortment of distortions sorted out before our eyes. Violent displays of aggressiveness over nothing more then child like behavior and finances. Now tides have changed. Times gone by and people we were then won't be the humans we are again. There's that past thing, rearing it's ugly head, the lessons i learned stay with me so there's no need to go back and relive the memory like a ceremony or a fairy tale such as santa going down a chimney. :30
:31 fabled reality, instant insanity. you can make up your mind but to find the sign in real life takes guts you'll only find inside yourself. without help what i've felt would tear a whole through space it's self. no emotion counteracting my logic, i can be such a dick, this music makes me sick, quick rip it up with some fucked up shit.:51|53 Drive a rut through the whole in the ground at the bottom of the bottomless pit, hows that sound? so how do you figure it? i'm just a kid trapped in a mans body. reality is my hobby. i been waiting so long in the lobby to see this shoddy remake of how it is i forgot that it's all pretend, coming up behind from where the fakes have been. You dont wanna miss this 1:11
1:16 i tunneled under and over most of the rubble as the rumble of the mumble was followed by trouble bursting the bubble of my nice little huddle, where i was safe and secure observing life like the Hubble. I never thought i would be in for double. But their they were, the finest lookin' females i ever had seen. so i place my piece on the scene and played my game like a smoke screen. 1:36
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