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Beer in the Rug

Album: The Chill is the Space Between Us
By:
DECEMBER

Duration

4:03

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

Lyrics

Why are you here? All my hopes and fears combined You reach through to the center of my mind And pull the stem out And crush the flower And nurse upon my milky powers It’s this complication that Makes me alive Makes me cry Makes me wonder if I’ll ever die And you know why our numbers Never add up to five Paranoid revelations for the sense-deprived My obsessions Take the place of my confessions Age regression shields me from Age depression Skilled suppression of Scattered thoughts fading away Sedate myself until there’s nothing to say I meant to write love songs of glistening skin Syrupy sin Pearly gates that let you in I’m now and then Biting my lips breathing hard again And you say when And you say when Age old lessons reveal My age old flaws… My awkward pause You like the lights on Self-conscious, scraped raw ---------------------------------------- ------------------ I prayed for your love I scorn for our cause Drunk and half blind I still scream for applause. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No need to speak these words It’s me they teach It’s Light I seek Without my fire I still tried to preach While crawling on the floor So sure that I had no more to learn Til I find myself trapped In a room with mirrors Guided by cock Still unaware that I wrote myself here Read every word, it’s clear Overtaken by fear I surrender to the mirrors Here I am Bound and gagged I struggle to breathe Amongst the shadow Creepin’ through my death Damn, this motha fucka’z stressed Can see no way out Soon dead, without a doubt I am no match for these relentless shouts Void of hope Knife at throat I read what I’ve wrote Just killing some time, I read my old rhymes Thank the Light, I soon realize that These captors of mine are just reflections of I I have been so blind A prisoner of my own mind Until I take the time to Listen to my own lines, These lessons are only mine.

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