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A dog cannot lie, neither can he be sincereA dog may be expecting his master to comeWhy can't he be expecting him to come next Wednesday?Is it because he doesn't have language?If a lion could speak, we would not be able to understand what he saidWhy do I say such a thing?"If we could understand him, I shouldn't think we'd have too much trouble with a lion..""We could get an interpreter."Do you mean for me or for the lion?Yes, yes, w-we could get an interpreterWhat possible use could that be?To imagine a language is to imagine a form of lifeIt's what we do and who we are that gives meaning to our wordsI can't understand a lion's language because I don't know what his world is like!How can I know the world a lion inhabits?!Boiled the elements down into the axiomsMistook a fax for remedial tediumsIt seems Ezekiel speaks to someMy mind was hazy and numbAnd left hand gripped a clump of palladiumSaw the beast with the wings and the talonsThe simple answer but it felt out of balanceBad news like a blue screen of deathLetras de cancionesBesides the point, but which hue seems best?BlessedWith every album my head grows biggerIt's beyond my nigger love each girl on twitterNonetheless, I nominate myself as tributeShould the submarine flood, we would surely be fish foodI can seem to speak around itIf I could only hit the nail on the headI'll read this fan mail when I'm deadIt's time to enlist in the serviceIt's time to struggle with purposeFor too long I've been the opposite of sanguineIt's time to analyze the languageI think I got god's answering machine... againI wanna growl right hereI felt it in my bones, deep from the graveI haven't seen it yet, but I'll know it on a dayI've been through the desert on a horse with no nameIt felt good to be out of the rainIn the desert you can't remember your nameCause there ain't no one for to give you no painLa la...I'll keep conducting these autistic symphoniesThese sentences have sentenced meLike I didn't have the sense to sense the mereThe presence grows weirdDoesn't make sense but I don't fear, not a damn thingI live like a man who's already deadLike I had a motorcycle but my name is Zed(I'll be missed), said another clumsy alchemistLike he just learned predicate and calculusThe existential quantifier, a backwards EXMy rap career is a cataloging of defectsCopy edited by Ryan SeacrestLike he must be new to thisMilo doesn't exude hubris, chuuchLike he must be new to thisMilo doesn't exude hubrisPain or damage don't end the worldOr despair, or fucking beatingsThe world ends when you're deadUntil then... give some back From Letras Mania