Poet and the Knife

Hyuh!
Livin' in the sin that we know we've been given
Comes to the top, where we all chillin'
Why don't you explain
All sass, no class, a mound mass of bull crap
Comes in a wave, no, I won't see that
Why don't I explain

I don't write of the years passing by
Someone told me I, don't need all of that shit in my life
There are other ways of getting by
The poet and the knife wounded by the paradigm
Record the past and keep it archived

Livin' as a villain even though I've been given
A heart, a brain, a soul in the stitchin'
Losing all the time to the things that we see
Even if it switches between each scene
Wear that mask, fill that flask, look at that, what the fuck is that
I didn't want to have to tell you, so I'll show you

I don't write of the years passing by
Someone told me I, don't need all of that shit in my life
There are other ways of getting by
The poet and the knife wounded by the paradigm
Record the past and keep it archived

GO



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Boukydis
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