blood thirst
the feelings gone but the dream still remains. omegapawn the last piece in the game. omegapawn my last greasy refrain. a chiefly distain for plain Jane. asleep in the brain. ill rattle on without a peep of emotion. commotion in the ocean get my bouys a floating. commotion with the notion spreads the brainwash potion. ocean of propaganda small waves create motion. the feelings gone now it's fleeting, flickering, faint. a farfetched fantasy forever dripping in paint. compartments mentally detaching stacking fragmented refrain. pounding out a drowning message to the sound of the rain. the howl of a train, misty, ghostly and distant. sillohetted form in the fog it's remaniscant. of a time long gone in a land of common cases. there stood omegapawn amongst the wizards and mages. the feelings gone but the dream still lingers. popping in my knuckles man flowing through my fingers. from the pen to the paper from the gutter through the wringer. that's just my life in a song no music bad singer. imagine if you will an episode of jerry Springer mixed with Archie bunker. a flunky turned drunkard. an abstract thinkin drinkin bad mother trucker. throw some mean lines back and forth and see who ducks first. dark side of my mind but it gets much worse. balance is the key center my chi calm the blood thirst. balance is the key center my chi flowing feng schway. rearrange my shredded head space throw the bed away. I could be dead today but I'm not so ill just keep on keepin on. just goin through the motions even though the feelings gone. going through the motions all this ground I've treaded on. cuz I been rappin since the days of mastedons and megaladons.
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the feelings gone but the dream still remains. omegapawn the last piece in the game. omegapawn my last greasy refrain. a chiefly distain for plain Jane. asleep in the brain. ill rattle on without a peep of emotion. commotion in the ocean get my bouys a floating. commotion with the notion spreads the brainwash potion. ocean of propaganda small waves create motion. the feelings gone now it's fleeting, flickering, faint. a farfetched fantasy forever dripping in paint. compartments mentally detaching stacking fragmented refrain. pounding out a drowning message to the sound of the rain. the howl of a train, misty, ghostly and distant. sillohetted form in the fog it's remaniscant. of a time long gone in a land of common cases. there stood omegapawn amongst the wizards and mages. the feelings gone but the dream still lingers. popping in my knuckles man flowing through my fingers. from the pen to the paper from the gutter through the wringer. that's just my life in a song no music bad singer. imagine if you will an episode of jerry Springer mixed with Archie bunker. a flunky turned drunkard. an abstract thinkin drinkin bad mother trucker. throw some mean lines back and forth and see who ducks first. dark side of my mind but it gets much worse. balance is the key center my chi calm the blood thirst. balance is the key center my chi flowing feng schway. rearrange my shredded head space throw the bed away. I could be dead today but I'm not so ill just keep on keepin on. just goin through the motions even though the feelings gone. going through the motions all this ground I've treaded on. cuz I been rappin since the days of mastedons and megaladons.
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