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"rubes"

flip the room, a smoke and mirror scene
distracted by a stupid little golden dream
a chair, an ashtray and a closet for a corpse to lean
i'll trade the carbon for a rope and sturdy ceiling beam

explain my thoughts, no you don't want to feel about it
an empty head, the same with all the lights put out
is it crooked walk, or bleeding from internal doubt
my eyes roll back scream loud enough to claw the fucking heavens down

i'm over earth, detached from human emphasis
i'm breathing dirt, like choking is my preference
wasteland views the ghosts of my indifference
are squeezing out my oxygen and spitting in my sustenance

no bother little broken bitch, just clench your fists and weep until
i split the boulder sisyphus died under top the hill
you think you know my nature, it's just glass and gastric swill
no longer see the faces just open petty throats to spill

so whats left, no heart, no human form surrounds
a circle flame of gasoline lay up on the ground
i bleed em first, their lips no longer make a sound
my eyes turn black scream loud enough to rip the fucking heavens down

i'm over earth / under dirt
simultaneously
only curse can kill me if injected
subcutaneously

i'm over earth / under dirt
simultaneously
only curse can kill me if injected
subcutaneously

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from well i'd rather be dead in california than alive in arizona, released April 18, 2018
"rubes" - production, lyrics, samples and vocals by base

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