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Ringing

Dead Players
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I will rest upon that warm sack of laurels My eyes matching my complete lack of morals My doppelganger quarrels with forgotten plastic models While I flip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles A string of huge gamble in a gothic church The priest that want your life just bowled out screaming What's it worth? And I can chase that fucker 'til he's finished I just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first Right now, I'm still on that fuck a mark now shit Half lit, half cris, young and run down shit These empty streets got the whole team surrounded I lost track on how many escape routes I counted Wake up, their dreams were never yours Pick a plight and back it Pull your curtain back and beg a cause Pissed cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for And all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of draws And you might of seen me racking up a slug or two But I ain't gotta slither up and glorify your drugs for you Cold crushed in corners, gums gassing 'bout that real flake Real bait, see you next year in a real state As your skull assess the damages and twitched It was broadcast on every damn channel in the bits Just a kid inspected ruins, spew and bile at every camera This is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor (Hook) Yeah I called the gods and left It ringing, ringing I insight riots for a living Come sell your skull and make a killing Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing I burn down cities for a living Come sell your tongue and make a killing Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing (2 โ€“ Dabbla) This is artistic licence to get absolutely fucked out my face The ego just snooked out his place Tightly mashed down the name you trusted, got the game disgusted And what you're tasting Is a different type of flavoured mustard The shit I laced it up with, caused a major fuckrie Leave you facing upwards dealing with it so abruptly Things are going lovely, thanks for fucking asking Get the place erupting now the flames are everlasting And yeah I'll have them flabbergasted, leave your face adjusted Keep them sniffing around my shit I'll have your nasal busted Skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted We got them dutty flavours, I heard your label loves it I be like fuck the neighbours, allow my name in public The way I move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject Your days are number, big kleptomaniac Control Alt Delete, creeping up on what I'm aiming at (Hook)