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Forgotten Gem feat. FP & Mattic

The Waxidermist
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Listen to the silence in the paper Listen to the silence in the paper The man is earnest, The Waxidermist And as you lean his past excursions Listen close to the silence in between the tale's lines Discover other versions of truth or beat it Soon he'd reached the path of learned teachers And became a hermit when he reached enough deserted land His eyes no longer hurting from the features Of believers in a darker preacher Don't even ask, torture of the gate keeper For the greater, meeker future for the people Put the power in their power bars And pass 'em to the golden eagle claw The stank attract the vermin and it's mad concerning Last he heard the word was burn em Fill the urn and turn another blind eye, wise guys, mass perversions Carries title like a burden, fact he earn it, wacky Waxidermist The stack, he learned, is green backed and lacks courtesy Urgent we discuss prior to more murder sprees A global state of emergency The world is hurting you, hurting me, hurting D Best to know the circumsteez when the sherpas leave Twerk and tease if you please, raise the mercury Well-timed nursery rhymes burst the seems The man steps to the curtain, breathes deeply in and out Folds the paper, makes haste now, escape route The only place to call home now Blown out candles carry smoke through the whole house A forgotten gem rotates The pape' now folded to a crane in the center of the plate, wow Warned ya. Yeah I said it's not easy If you listen closely, that's enough to really please me He be, a fourth dimensional ghost Coast to coast appear, vanish in air (vanish in air) She like to share her emotions with ears Holes in heads I feared she would make things clear (Does that mean) Does that mean I like it cloudy my dear A genius workspace is cluttered, ain't no room around here So she smiled very softly, making him a coffee and The devil's on they minds, I'm trying get him off me Now how my armor get a piercing? Friendly-fire whistling, song I never heard before I don't think I'm ever bored This is Rocky Horror show, maybe season three or four Episode seven, where they match hell and heaven In a glass ceiling chapel Standing in the scaffold Human skin hiding what's inside the tabernacle Well-timed nursery rhymes burst the seems The man steps to the curtain, breathes deeply in and out Folds the paper, makes haste now, escape route The only place to call home now Blown out candles carry smoke through the whole house A forgotten gem rotates The pape' now folded to a crane in the center of the plate, wow The man is earnest, the Waxidermist Vast excursions Listen to silence in the paper (Listen to the silence)