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How bizarre..
I'm the lord of closed quarters.
Liven morbid, post-mortem.
Awkward, assorted disorders.
Don't front when I talk to forward.
Life can be hard like walking under water.
Move up or out the way.
Don't idle. Goals, enemies
liqour or weed gets slaughterd.
Important, the devil inside of me is dormant.
Without warning, he could wake up
late at night or in the morning.
Come at me.. what you expect?
Ain't gonna forfiet.
It ain't over until I call it.
My balls so big.
Couldn't lift me with a forklift
Don't provoke me.. even jokingly.
Humble only when consumed with smoke.
See sometimes I can loose it.
Like a foolish school kid.
How do you drown out...
sounds of voices to bad choices
when they get to loud?
I use music now.
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I never had shit figured out
my plans were always scatterd
not that it mattered
can you notice a predictable pattern?
Wanna know my back story
check my resume they
both blank
plenty of debts to pay
some days it's torment
trying to find a sense of self worth

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Dump bad habbits in the past.
Ambition is to find
an occupation that I excel at
and milk that cash.

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[Verse 2]
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Ohhhh man..
Ohhhh man..
How am I you ask?

Lets start from scratch
I broadcast my wrath
can you feel the magic telepathically.
Feelings on exhibition some of it's agony.
Put it out there.
Wait for the blowback, backlash.
Repercussions.
Wander strange lands like a nomad.
Rushing nowhere fast like a snowman.
I went from being a stupid kid.
From knowing nothin' to always blowin' up somethin.
Little shit, turned big, huh?
Teenager, major trouble maker.
Fibber, now professional bullshitter.
All I need is the gumption
confidence, strong beliefs.
Small pinch of weed
and to punch someone in a nice
suit and tie. Got you brothers
in my heart until I die
My love is eternal, unconditional
for family in that very small circle
of trust. Regardless.
You can be despicable.



Simular to Hannibal lecter
from my perspective.
Always getting fucked up and wrecked.
Completely of the fucking spectrum
The original, lyrical
whimsical aussie criminal
from the land of convicts
and aboriginals.
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Typical bunch of yahoos,
get used to competiting
in a world full of fools.

Everyones got a fucking opinion.
Whirlpool of rumours wild speculation.
I'm a walking, talking tantrum.
Avalanche of words now hear me rant
People still feel the need
to tell me "I can't"

up and down like a see-saw
missing peices to
this jigsaw puzzle that i call life.
I'm rough around the edges
like I got stubble
I might stumble, fumble
but that's life motherfucker accept it
or fuck off, right?

Temporarily escape reality.
Lack the brain capicity for life
so fuck polite.

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To calm me down is like
trying to baptize a cat
Teach a monkey some maths.
I could say I'm going through
a rough a patch but that's a load of crap
Some bullshit
more then I care to admit.
Can't commit that's
why I'm in this shit


chasing the wrong things
nothing but a trip lookin for that next hit

Blueprints to missing structures
Caught up in auto pilot no order

Consumed by the devil, what a rush


no order no structure
distracted by something voluptous

I'm tired of being a peice of furniture
chair in the corner
coat rack at the door

accomplice. of fear
hate to be cynical but i reached the pinnacle
point of no return. Misserable, invisible to the world
conscious nocturnal juvenile
up to know good up all night
doing liqour

hard loosing a loved one

repercussions anticipation

internal.
Nocturnal, up all night, can't sleep




[Verse 2]

Victums of the system.
Pissed on by the government.
Politicans taking advantage.
Listen, you see anything missing
or wrong with this picture?
From my point of view.
Fuck you! They say fuck you to.
From behind there..
fancy, expensive mahogany desks.
They prove it in there actions
to the public.
Subject, increasing taxes.
What's next? You got to ration
the weekly budget.
Hollow threats, deceptive silhouettes.
Don't you just love it?
No manners bullshit and banter.
Tell em' eat a shit sandwhich.
if they come with no morals or standards.

Brain polluted with enough propaganda
Is it.. I? society? or them? that's making me go bananas.
Or was I naturally just born wired backwards.
I don't fucking know! I'm impaitent for answers.

of ethics code of conduct
Mutiny the Side effect of talk is cheap.

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There's something wrong with my thinking device
Life likes to give you tests.
You don't live twice So why not see How far you can stretch?
Tug of war constantly torn in-between a battle of right and wrong.
Like a rubberband, it's a struggle man.
Inside a bubble, false pretences
got me thinking no one loves you.






I can come across as boring, unless you upset me
hit me up with the wrong thing.

here we go boom i preplanned for your doom, soon.

I didnt want that life no more goals got bigger
want 6 digit dollar figures

control the upperhand