Unlimited Bounty, No. 1: Headvoices; Sections A-E (ft. DJ Craig Finn-Manuel, Comic Sans Timberian Orch., & Davis Fillmore) [T007 Many N0tes Version 2.0] - Panning corrected, ed.

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There are ways of getting to the other side of the line Dotted, or dial tone It's only important to remember Where you're going, to help keep up with The parade of options available In pink screens and black-scrawl Unchecked and unvaporized Unquestioning of the will of the masses To go forward sufficiently groomed wonder in the interim Whethered or not - whethered or not that we met The parade in the total agreement There's just one thing that I can't get over And that's the chip taken from my shoulder How every Christmas I get one year older Yet the need to see you only gets colder And if you still think offense is the only best defense Like however lightning strikes, I guess it all depends Like how you catch the light, or ships sail at night Like however lightning strikes, I guess it all depends And it can't be - that the way we used to see each other was a sheen Of candid conversations and midnight Starbucks offers just to meet But the light of day is never actually what they see Never what they see Aaaaaaaaaand just like any magic trick it's a flick of the wrist And to everyone who doubted - watch this suck session plot twist Can't y'all even tell that we're hanging off the precipice Fuck your gold and frankincense When it's whiter than a picket fence Greatness is synonymous with nothing in the present tense From Mein Kempf to Common Sense Here it is, ladies and gents If offense is still the best defense Are we still friends? Guess it depends... And if you still think the means can justify the ends Like a needle through a camel's eye, I guess it all depends Like how ships pray for lightning just to bide the night Like stringing Christmas lights, I guess it all depends This was the noblest Reindeer of them all All the conspirators save only she Did that they did in envy of great Santa She only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them Hers was a gentle life and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world 'This was a man!' But this was NO man... Safe enough, are you safe enough? Safe enough, are you safe enough? Cry, cry of Cassandra In the night Cry of Cassandra In the night Cry of Cassandra...