called all
got its machine
fuck all your teams
we are all human beings
this is teaming with life
being here now
without getting caught
looking for someone to take fault
no one taught
I took notes like it was study hall
back then we were all
but that
made up the rest of my fat
stored in my love handles
living in you in shambles
well now that got me rambling
wishing I was this being
that no one is seeing
one is creeping
back to none
I want to have a little fun
before we return to dust
even though
that might be the best of us
this will remember what it's done
not even on the run
will I carry a gun
pass it down to my son
does it defend me
why don't you come and see
my son
claiming it is finished
covered in linen
this broke free of the grave
and on that day
the truth was made
out of what they left behind
the lines is the God-Head
three in one
we're just having lunch
speaking in tongues
now you see this is my gun

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