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• Artiste: Cryptid
• Titre: A Lynching
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Well, there's a rhyming beat Coming in through courtyard windows I wouldn't know the judge Wouldn't give a fuck Murder, murder, murder They scream High pitched noise only beast can hear Hell is your master now Closing eyes The nightmare world I do see A sea of rotten soldiers Streams of blood flowing off their eyes No Tears are pity Hacking vomit 'Cause the fucking rope Doesn't have the power to end The fucking noose tied, so cold Half eyes open, blurry and surreal Haunted words drain the water from the well Though it's already been abandoned Where's the motherfucking sea? Part it now so I can breathe Or drown me in it 'cause I live a disease Fuck my opposers, I hate their fucking shit I'm told to love and I love what I can But love fucking learns it?s place Will not be absent from half the soul Two to love, one to hate Well, here we are again Lost my fucking friend Where's the shade? My simple ass dismay Escape this shit Constant bullets to hold your face Fuck You're going to fucking burn Yes, the fucking man on the tree speaks You've fucking killed my body But you haven't stopped your fate I swear you'll fall down today The dead are waiting for you to join them And it's only then I'll have my peace