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To set sail I pull calculations... from aviation & vegetation
Speak in these don't make you god amongst men
We talk like everything that ain't human
Fuckin' monsters with a grip on reality but for an idea we still choose insanity
Muster harsh because it's the only real part of us
So if it's blunt the trauma for egomania is forced
You don't tango with the sun when you were wise since birth
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Am I the sun, the creator? Sibling of some teeth
As that mouth waters, seemingly forever just to eat its doppelgänger
Tortured souls are cliches, and the niche of that is life is where you fuck up to play
I mean build so grab your legos with free will, and don't spill the cognoscenti
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Speak in these don't make you god amongst men
We talk like everything that ain't human
Fuckin' monsters with a grip on reality but for an idea we still choose insanity
Muster harsh because it's the only real part of us
So if it's blunt the trauma for egomania is forced
You don't tango with the sun when you were wise since birth
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Am I the sun, the creator? Sibling of some teeth
As that mouth waters, seemingly forever just to eat its doppelgänger
Tortured souls are cliches, and the niche of that is life is where you fuck up to play
I mean build so grab your legos with free will, and don't spill the cognoscenti
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Crustacean labels, I can't have shellfish
The crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
Now if I sign that I'm slumped slumped & slumped
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Writer(s): Antonio Escobar
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