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Acid Rain
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[Optimystic]
[Wolphe]
My flag is at half mass, guess he got the last laugh
Flashbacks got me running circles like a mad man
Imagine that, immortal universally
Keep my soul in a jar and throw my bones in the trash can
Too soon to cash out, too late to go back now
Who knew all you had to give was music in the background
If i wanted to stop i would just ask how
Till then ill let me brain rot until i pass out
Passed on, making rounds like the peace pipe
Getting high just to get over my fear of heights
Near death experience, out of body, out of mind
I can see the devil as he's peering in
Tears in his eyes he quivers when we shake hands
Cold skin, sad from living in this wasteland
I kiss him on the lips and leave an apology
And i can see him crack a smile as i walk away
Im keeping it ice cold, cool inside my white skull
Pupils popping bigger and blacker than Mike Tyson
Turn the mic off, i don't want to hear myself
This new perspective leaves me more afraid than fear itself
Two raindrops painted on my cheek bones
Ill just be here waiting for another child to leave home
Murder, Red rum in my tummy
Too soon yet soon to be late
Tapping on the window, come in through the back door
Don't you get upset, he's just giving you what you asked for
I can see her naked dancing in the waterfalls
It makes me wanna stay awake but i keep nodding off
Only god can turn the sun into his daughter
So her sisters all come follow their father into an atomic bomb
But all in all i guess sometimes that you just gotta fall
Just so you can be remembered when they call it off
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