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Track 5 from Purgatory (Click "Show more" for lyrics)
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Music - Comptine D'un Autre Ete (composed by Yann Tiersen)
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Here's the voice of a generation of choice
resting as destined upon the fence between progression and disaster;
racing to become a famous rapper—
it's the power of the words, to be heard's what im after.

Serve for the Earth [in]stead of customer service--
Earth as in us on the surface.
Urgent intention to change but I'm nervous,
none can be perfect when choosing a purpose.

Something to ponder... lusting to wander.
Fussed over dollars--minutes we squander.
Just for a chance for a change i would sacrifice self,
sacrifice wealth, i would sacrifice health for atonement.

Pull what i push for a moment
cease your beliefs, it is love i condone—
be it peace it would seem i'm it's only proponent,
needless to say that I preach out of hope and condolence.

Earth gave you birth and you turned into monsters!
Stole and you rape for your sponsors!
Kill and you conquer, conquer it all but for you,
you were sold and your soul was too.

Few really knew, but you had clue
and you played in their palms like a marionette
—and scarier yet—how many years has it been?
how many more will you carry this debt? or bury a set..

But that's enough and i should shut up...
god forbid I reach a little deeper than the radio and nut up;
[and] seek to put in action all the words of other rappers
claiming they can change the game when their own life remains unmastered
what up?!

Fuckin have it; I aint in it for the glory.
If anything I'm in it for the story.
I'm bored of sitting, playing fantasies up in my head or on the screen
or that I read or that I dream, while I'm awake—or so it seems..

Did i mistaken passing time for grasping purpose?!
No.
Have you been jaded past the line for having heard this?
No--and when I say this with the flow it comes correct
so fuck the jokers who dissect or poke apart the piece of art that I'm erecting,

I'm connecting people like we should have been day one.
Strengthen the numbers for when they come.
May the men stay young and their hearts stay light;
when the end day comes, may the part that you've played been right.

[The] First fight's on you, but you knew that.
[I] took myself for granted like you, been through that.
Hook myself on music and use it better than anyone before me.
Help get the bourgeoisie to adore me..whore me!

I don't give a shit!
What I spit will retain wit 'till my last breath!
May it stain this plane past death;
may 'insane' turn 'sane' in the brains that remain that step from--subjective

Calmly we build this collective.
On we embark, see this song through the dark redirected.
Yes, I may speak heavy handed, the plan never called me to pander with tangible stanzas

Sit with your mind wide open, I beg you—I fucking beg you—keep it open..
Learn to ignore Jersey Shore, what's more: keep toking,
the trees are the answer, they breathe and they've spoken.

"You've broken from love for the life that surrounds you,"
Plights that surround you, it's nice that I found you.
I'm ice in your veins let it ground you.
Train to abstain from the dangling hooks of the scoundrels.

'Warmth' that they pledge is from wounds in your flesh,
from the hooks in your cheeks that they dredge.
They be crooks, and deceit is their edge.
Cease the complacence, please, lest the last trees fall to their beds.