Electric charge comin' from the mainframe I'm from
where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks

My every little step set in a star, Retina
Scarred; tread in a sled of bedbugs got my dead
head in a jar Crazer camp stamp blank on the mug
of settlers registered not protest nor approval
regarding every morn futile. My experience with
spirit alignment interference assigns division
from clearance to ample scrambling. Let's note the
magnificence in the difference. OK see two
canaries on the wire aspire to separate luulabies
both of which had me drifting. Every clan ghostly
orphan scared stiff in the bliss and list picking
from the arrangment under burden. Bust. Wallow in
will to split the privelage cluster; Lackluster as
if a journey choice grew on the nearest chuckle
path- dispatch trouble. I've never seen the water
so high in my poison life. Social conduct, 20
pace, about face, self destruct. I know the key
locations, sharp enough to catch those subtle
signs cause, well, this here alley cat's been
around the block a couple of times. Lifting every
tin can, sifting every mess; one man's trash, you
know the rest, live it. Pitching a battered
platform out of mass hysterics perished in the
blizzard. When it's finished I plan to sit and
observe the twister pivot. Sleep and sleep well;
sleep with a sacred array of fevers, wake as a
pertinent version of a pipe dreamer. Y'all can
find me if you lookin for a friend- I'll be the
only iron-clad oracle in a city of tin.

CHORUS: I was born where crooked demeanor seemed
to spawn merit; I was born where all the king's
men couldn't mend a broken spirit; I was born
where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall,
to live and die as a brick brick brick brick brick
in the wall. And I'm a brick brick brick brick
brick in the wall, and I'm a brick brick brick
brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick in the
wall, drop in the bucket, yes y'all.
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(Electrocharge ?commute? from the mainframe) (i'm
from where the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)

Spare a match for the most distorted orchid in the
path. Assorted orphans coursed in a morbid orbit
forward the traps. I make a tentative promise to
flash frequent the most sacred abrasive based in
allegiance to the makeshift mason's secrets. Water
basin leaking, plug it up. The simple triple ring
performance shoveled subtle imperfection. I rung a
life's worth of saturated costume gear over hell's
balcony to nullify the drought and still the
martyr farmers shout at me. And so the epic went.
And every cirrus hung. The bow breakers turned a
cradle fatal, every spirit clung. Croon for the
slick Icarus brain children busy splitting the
givingtree building fresh canoes for freaks to
cross the spill in. i'm frantic. My plan is
dwindling with every pulse bump. Gods and monsters
yield the lump sum of the dolt clump. Be wary when
the stratosphere tints. I Scout like Atticus
Finch, inching up slow in the games of
reconnaissance. Now cause to amend the Zen
memorandum has surfaced in every holocaust citadel
fix it plan. 12 easy steps to better picket line
demeanor. Gumshoe. Stick stone conglomerate
activate massive. But the sky is falling.
F-f-f-fuck you. I've hired sweatshop labor to hold
candles to the solar panels stitched in the back
of my neck for nickels and sour milk by the week.
Cheek to the heartache. At the center of my anthem
lies a blend of temper tantrums substancial for me
to lamp in.

3X (Electrocharge ?commute? from the mainframe)
(i'm from where the ?fat beats stretch for mad
blocks?) CHORUS

(Electrocharge ?commute? from the mainframe) (i'm
from where the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)
Chopped and Screwed