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  • Текст песни Boole - Alphamale

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    Sick of fuckin lies
    And I'm sick of fuckin cells
    And I'm super sick of
    Seven fuckin planes of hell
    All my hell is other people
    Far beyond your good and evil
    Bigots of a book borne bullish eye
    Ticket to the wartorn bloodborne lie
    People dyin
    Eye on zion
    Sell a mind and sell a body
    Sell it to illumination
    Fight me now
    Or fight me sooner
    Feel the wrath of a new Arjuna
    Buckle to the pressure and the pain that you have
    Power to the people and the dead king Ahab
    See a new prophet like an old Gibran
    How will you be steppin when your weapons are gone
    Stake your claim beneath the clay
    We don't need you anyway
    You can never fail
    You're the Alphamale
    Far over me
    Then you grieve because the gamma thieves
    Are breeding with your queen
    Our whole world was made for you
    And every single aging womb
    We are all alive today
    To help you spread your DNA
    And every single girl I know
    Would die to help your baby grow
    Drowning in a sea of red
    I'll respect you when I'm dead
    When I'm dead
    We're here now in the age of Tao
    With the power of oneness
    Temple of Shao
    Pushin from the in, to the out, to the inside
    Taggin me along
    Taggin me for the long ride
    People that you mocked are holding your stock
    People that you sung to shunnin your rock
    Spread your morals on your laurels
    Runnin, gunnin, sunnin, funnin
    never even saw us comin
    Down from the depths of an ancient karma
    Up from the chasm of a righteous dharma
    Takin token time
    Gimme the reason
    Gimme the rhyme
    Faking another fact
    Breakin' a track
    Makin' a dime
    Good book, bad book whatever you say
    I see many go and pray
    We don't need you anyway

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