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"...To live in HiroshimaI left Japan because of the warWar was wrongI came here to start overBegin a new family, with a sonAnother chance to pass down the teachingsFor 2,000 years knowledge passed from father to son, father to sonWhen Shingo died, it stopped.""Teach me. I can do it.""You are not Japanese! You are not a Tanaka!""You taught me to use any tactic that works, never to limit myself to one style, to keep an open mind!""Why?""To honor you, shidoshi."My sadness crept up on an escalatorLooked in my granddad's eyes and saw the life leave himI have the super power to summon pipe dreams when I might need 'emThere's no point to fight the four seasonsI would've raised my hand but I'd make a poor deaconI'd make a better Batman draped in black skinI used to pour my guts out, but now I push 'em back inAnd that's when I built a tabernacle out of wood pulpRamshackled but I celebrated with a big gulpThings are hella great within my little cultYo, what's the coding for a matrix fart?Letras de cancionesCan you believeI had to crown myself the new patriarch among the leavesI found myself reviewing safety charts and facultiesFace of stone like they had baffled meWhen we metSadness wasn't my favorite sport just as of yetExiting all of your dreams soaking wetUntil you told me to flee under the pretenseThat I was a threatCause when you stretch our love across all timeTime becomes a construct of the mindIt's a practice of the madSo when I spill my guts, just push them back inMy sadness crept up on an elevatorI walked to the post office with a fistful of red oleandersOn an alabaster throne, I made it known from my smartphoneEssence precedes existenceAnd that's why I can write Rob so many fucking songsI felt it in my bones, yoI crossed the thresholdThat's why I rep Hellfyre Club like a filthy vassalWhy does every DJ have a haircut like ZorgI'm sorta bored with these flaccid talks about mortar boardsThe mark of childhood's end like overlordsI found zen like a member of the Tanaka clanFuck it, I guess I'm way more awkward thanSlamming Dr. OctagonecologystA wiry, Platonic apologist"I think it would have been better if the pragmatists had said, 'we can tell you about justification but we can’t tell you about truth'. There’s nothing to be said about it. That is we know how we justify beliefs, we know that the adjective 'true' is the word we apply to the beliefs that we’ve justified. We know that a belief can be true without being justified. That’s about all we know about truth. And justification is relative to an audience and to a range of truth candidates; truth isn’t relative to anything. Just because it isn’t relevant to anything there's nothing to be said of it. Truth with a capital T is sort of like God, you know there's not much you can say about God." From Letras Mania