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Void (Internal Theory)

Void (Internal Theory)

(album: First Born - 2001)

Silence is what we all need for a minute
Dying is what we want to avoid while we're living
Life and trying to make some noise
The screams sort of seem like we're crying
Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh
And rhyming keeps the posture of my back in fair condition
But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen?
Climbing a mountain that might eventually crumble
It's a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes
Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding
I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding
Striving to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity
While we're all buying the government's repent from social security
Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax
I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap
Exercising my brain
Realizing that pain will be arriving
If I dive into the cesspool of my mind
So I'm rewinding the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly
Not easily blinded
Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling's weep
I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal
Strangely changing climate as they increase the level
I said I wouldn't sign shit, cause I don't want to meet the devil
But I lost my mind, and I'm trying to find it in the dimension of space
Between bass and treble
Between bass and treble...

Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can't count
Chatter is the substance that comes from most people's mouth
Matter is what you don't to me, he don't to she, we don't to we
But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life's about
Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations
Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination
Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego
But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation
Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch
Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich
The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites
And if you don't ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life's a bitch

Nothing gets you nowhere
But everything gets you somewhere
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet trying to run bare

Nothing gets you nowhere
But everything gets you somewhere
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet trying to run bare

Nothing gets you nowhere
But everything gets you somewhere
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet trying to run bare

Nothing gets you nowhere
But everything gets you somewhere
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet trying to run bare

Nothing gets you nowhere
But everything gets you somewhere
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet trying to run bare

Nothing gets you nowhere
But everything gets you somewhere
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet trying to run bare

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