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(Okay... {clears throat}Ya hear that?)That's the hand of timeOpportunity knockin'The front doorIt's the god of warThe five fingers of deathThe hand that feedsThis altered beastSays he peace.From feast to famine, the hunger is honest to GodPray for your fake phony-facadesDevoted to see the empire fallEyes glued, watch the megabytes crawlTry to get loose, just try to get thruOut of his skin,"Very nice to meet you"Astonishing tales, days unfurlStill lost in the ways of the world.You took a shot, all water, I got glassesWhat goes up, must come crashingLet's all go play suicide friendsDescendin', straight off the deep endThe cat's outta the Louis-VittonYour hope is not a plan, no magic wandLetras de cancionesHome, stoned, paranoid, aloneLet freedom ring, they done tapped the telephone.Hello? (Hello)... Not you againThe clock strikes twelve, the magic endsYou ain't psychic; You're just a pessimistCalculations... sheer coincidenceHey world, the coordinates are offThe brain at work, turns MicrosoftHealthy body, your healthy mindI'm 0-2, bottom of the nineLast licks, got nothin' but woundsYou're crushed, killed, destroyed, now consumedYou are what you eat, some filthy animalsMedium-rare, ya bloody cannibalsWhat a hoot, they taste just like chickenThe hands full of grease; the plot thickensYa hear that? That's the moment slippin'History repeatsbrand-new shipment.(Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now)Now, irony strikes, variablesChampagne, caviar, fake PicassosJoke's on us, back to the discoSame devil, Pale moonlight, Dosie-doeDo the hustle, see what we can slangInsecurites make me wanna prove thingsView duds to ease my conditionSleeve-stitched with the latest contradictionsDon't be scared, it's just popular jargonMismatched in God's little GardenOut the rabbit hole, end of the lineThere is nothing realget with the times. From Letras Mania