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I'm a busted pill, undiagnosed, resting on a rusty nailHoles in my clothes, holes in my voiceUsed to launch eulogies from the summit, but I always spoke from the gutCrushed glass in my stomach made it hard to kneelBeen to Hell, tried to drag companions but for comfort they fellI'm a face on mars, a ripple on a stream, a case of SARSA case of fat tire in the fridgeAlways hoped the universe would be kinder to meBut I'm American, the cosmos don't like mePut me in a box, told me to dance the same, yet different and not upset the balanceSo I choose survival, it's a struggleI'll never cross the Atlantic with an ounce of petrolAnd you still trying to build a rock with ethanol?The worlds heating up, you gonna save us with alcohol?You can't feel new, nothing is freeYou can't clean every toilet in the cityYou can't be thirty and still making hiphopYou can't kill god with a slingshotIt's too much, one mouth to feed, one life to live, one planet to milk drySpill your guts, but don't slip upNobody wants to bare your crosses or share your losses So running the gauntlet ain't no picnicSongtexteWant a song about a "protest"?A song about a slow dance with death?A cold hand rocks you to be more productiveWish you'd listened but in steel no one hears your scream, Cerberus nipping your heelsWhen you're slipping, ain't nobody lifting your chin2 miles towards space with a bloody noseNo tones as atonement, nor maladies and melodies, a calculating killing machineIt's kicking out all of your teeth before a blind man can say peaceNonsense is always abundance, in a mock trial, in a fake age of enlightenmentDon't fold your cards, the cable's about to fold so hold the lineIt was built to wear you thin, the mind, is a broken box and it can't hold you steadyIn the words of a pharaoh, "Why must I exist? With pale blue lips."Stranded, ain't no wings left to clipConspicuous when you're buried in rust, and the corners still jeering at usLeft hook, right hook, life is a tongue in a bike spokeGotta bunch through or I might chokeNever gonna be understood by the white coatsOn the mic, I'm like Santa, got bombs on a tightropeThey got us figured out down to an isotope, your world is caving in on a microscopeLate at night in fright, in day paid to dieNo way to live, no way to dieNo bombs to calm the stormWinter is permanent, summer is a dream long gonePlant a fence, watch it pass where the trees areTill the sky is ugly as we are Aus Songtexte Mania