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Glance at the clock, thats when the thought,

Of how late its gotten ,my craniums rotten,

And more often then not my sarcadians off rhythm,

Cuz all these goth buildings were not built when,

We were told they were built in,

A time when power tools saposedly didnt exist,

And they didnt need blueprints they just built with the bricks,

what about the Cathedrals made out of marble chizzeld with picks,

Fiddle me timbers, and widdle me sticks,

That isnt real...its just a riddle and tricks,

On a ridd-el-in binge deliverin' pricks,

Door dash with your cash or laugh, your ass...off...

(Verse)

All the way to the bank of Americaaaa,

Take everything thats there an' uhh...

Dont forget your herion,

So you can get to where you been,

Comin' from where you goin',

Goin' to where you come,

Out a winner. On top ,in the middle of crop....

Circles, circlin' the Circumference of the earth still...the earth's real ,

Surface for all observable purposes appears to still be a level surface and never has any person measured curves in...

The history thats been conversed and even the written verses of words that they tried to have burned ...

So the goy-eem wouldn't applied to have learned ,

Truths that were cleverly never spoken to us at a young age...

Instead we were shown how to go deaf at the gyn range

...at such a young age....

These kids are gettin' drunk at the gun range...

( Bridge)

some days is awful glum babe,

They spray the dust & block the suns rays,

When its cloud covered take a pic & examine how the suns shaped,

If thats even the real sun take,

Another look and you can tell the suns changed,

Since I was a kid ,how i miss them one days,,,,

Used to be so clean cut now I be so unshaved,

Like the frequency beemed at me from the microwave that you use to heat up things that you eat i mean,

Do you like eatin' food thats been weaponized ?

Once its in your stomach it wrecks your thigh,

Roy'd problem,

Thuuu-thuu-thughhj...thuu..thuhhh...

Thyyyyroid problemmm...

(Verse) ive been gettin ghostly prophetic,

Mostly poetic,

Only smoke dope that I hopes from a collective,

Walkin through my debit & ran up my credit,

Bill collectors Poppin up everywhere, even some come on reddit,

I bet it ...I lost it ...

My heads been in a mosh pit,

So toxic,& when it got embedded from what I fed it ,

Nothin but bread when im sippin unleaded,

Trippin on meds it,

Doesn't get much beds if...it could get any better than this ,im a walking dead man with a death wish...

Glance at the clock, thats when the thought,

Of how late its gotten ,my craniums rotten,

And more often then not my sarcadians off rhythm,

Cuz all these goth buildings were not built when,

We were told they were built in,

A time when power tools saposedly didnt exist,

And they didnt need blueprints they just built with the bricks,

what about the Cathedrals made out of marble chizzeld with picks,

Fiddle me timbers, and widdle me sticks,

That isnt real...its just a riddle & trickssss.

Riddle aaand tricks are for kidss