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Rag-doll playing dead Rabid dog in the yard Car won't start It's [?] Daddy long legs stride your home like Cecil Rhodes Death poems folded in breast pocket in my bed clothes It's a dark roll, but it ain't no accidents No coincidences it's all praxis Some drove, some crawled some ran glancing backwards Some ran ravenous Tender is the flesh, slender imaginary friends This winter, you'll eat to live Summer, heat blew the grid Rabid dog in the yard, car won't start Rag-doll playing dead One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work to piss Where you don't eat the fish One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ships sit It's a grip The vaccinations was TB and whooping cough Looping, looping thoughts Morose villages queuing the sun ouroboros From the church pews you could see the deep blue of the coast Fresh green wood burned blue Letras de cancionesThose who can see appearing in smoke The dead don't speak to the living Something not for us to know The dead drift like empty boats My people fled to the mountain but there's nowhere the white man won't go One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work to piss And you don't eat the shit One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ship sit It's a grip It's a grip One strip of... The English language is violence I hot-wired it I got a hold of the masters tools and got dialed in I'm downwind with the drop I'm Deng Xiaoping smoking oil in the wok I'm caught History is a snare Struggling, rope ever more taut On my death bed chuckling about all that time I bought Afrofuturist Acura Legend on the cinderblocks But I bet if you toggle the wipers with all 4 doors locked it would still be like Voila! A horrid sight The blackest gnome From Letras Mania