Clouddead I Promise Never to Get Paint on My Glasses Again Pt 1

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lirik lagu clouddead – i promise never to get paint on my glasses once again (ane)

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[poetry i: doseone]
out for the view..
i can assemble myself once as a very fairly small-scale human
mouth made out of gl-ss. i am my habitat
antidote and what ripped his confront off wasn't even a pain k!ller
faceless and a boyish numb uncomfortable, he can't sit down
artificial solar day skeleton keeps him upwardly all night (up all night)
puts himself away. he…
a wise man once said, "f-ck 'em if they can't take a joke."
there is a me, in every kindergarten, and there is a me
bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a building, smaller still, smaller however
adrift with music on..
better feeling, "aw, who yous tellin'!"

[interlude: doseone]
everything happens for a reason
i hope to never get paint on my gl-sses again
you tin't rip art crusade it's just fine art
the blood, the ink, ahh yes, the ink tin bury a blade
is this not the cease of a blizzard twice the size of a pelting cloud gone bad?
i'chiliad called-for puddle subsequently puddle after pool…"

[verse 2: doseone]
i wonder what my mother looked like pregnant
i've cl-ssified h2o damage as art
ruining things, trilobite out on the town painting things
in accordance with my weird ordinance
my fashion is gl-ss cutter, frail/intense
why, i haven't the mind for books
shooting out the moonlight with my natural language
depression in a vacuum. chest pains and fierce nightmares
brought me to this patch of gr-ss and sunday
beauty is in the dead bolt
i'grand a solitary frontier male child, sordid terminal homo
primitive doll making and suspicious institute eater ogling at the magnetism
a nibbler with inexpensive shades on and no contacts in
pack leading nuissance with a way with kids, open envelope..

[span]
bringing sand to the beach cutting off…
the difference between motion and activity" moving out…
bringing sand to the beach

[verse 3: doseone]
watching all the book toe exist get quiet
'til we both avoid eye contact together
running into sitting people i sold tickets with
i'll have one of your finest coffees
and a table for one in the night
writing on the handbag i bought stuff in…

[bridge two]
[sole]
all these suckers today
[doseone]
phone calls tomorrow
[sole]
take out the garbage
[doseone]
briefcase with bug
[sole]
i am my name tag
[doseone]
a party with loans out
[sole & doseone]
credit! be or be broken, let artists clear stables
i don't make up the cheque!
words, i just live here
same stuff, different office of the mess

[poetry 4: sole]
disowned collection, joined metronome, leave monotone alone
i am the master of the works and all their whereabouts
portable leash for the implement, grand unveilment
if the chisel breaks, information technology's got to be loud plenty to sustain the builder
we..

[poesy 5: doseone]
oooffff…talk it out
token go getters go get information technology enamored with something to..ughhhhh…
risk in the winning folk, subtle yet solemnly..ahhhhh..
extinction of sat-rdays inward to inwards
its confidence, i'll work for now…yeaahhhh…

[poetry half dozen: sole]
i open the doors with no physical force
zip codes ain't permanent, i tin roam 'em all simultaneously
real hard work comes easily, invest carefully
rest this weak spell, a recipe, on the travel i broke the rulers
dancing with no shoes across this everyday stage
these everyday not-coincidence brought near by
living and doubting zilch special
we need a real war, give me a field, a field day
and i simply have time for explosions

[verse 7: doseone]
sleeping baggage, true cat in my lap, a card at play
help to a hope, pigeon in the subway
loose change, in held, loose leaf, dormat
wearing the false nose gl-ss, mustache..
hibernate behind this blade or under this sky
it'south like in the movies except for no ending

[interlude ii: sole & doseone]
yeah, i urinate in a loving cup for the art of it
and you'll dissect all of it
i water storage, poet similar desert
there's a lightbulb in my skull that dies everytime i try to look down or remainder
all cat owner can practice is laugh at circus textile
never want to open up my eyes, the world only furthers my argument
in searching for the perfect apartment, i feel so concerned
n0body wins, yous're all walking pictures of foot in mouth
although a unicorn ride would charm
permit's phone call it hip hop, you don't got to be innercity or inbred
or articulate my skies like desert
i'm in the state of "yo", my peeps, they gather at the borders
waiting up all night for bills
if this is supposed to be a revolution, where are my..? why don't yous just..?
ane human being's floor is another man's floor with a pillow on information technology
and certain, the invisible enemy is a thirteen year quondam computer hacker
times are hard, keeping a fish tank live is harder
and i'm supposed to be some sort of anti-christ
people like me near happy
well if that'south true, why am i h-llbound at the pearly gates?
the spoon king in the soup, drought like desert

[hook: sole & doseone]
information technology'south all the aforementioned sh-t simply they call it clouddead
i only got ii easily and half a head..

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