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Zero Dark Thirty (ft. Rob Sonic)

They did not know how long they had been there

They did not know how long they had been there

They did not know how long they had been there

They did not know how long they had been there

They did not know how long they had been there

They did not know how long they had been there

They did not know how long they had been thereLook

Unsigned hype

Front line aeronauts flurry

Zero dark thirty

Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild

Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines

Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes

Devote one into mothmen munching textiles

Punisher

Out past go-time

Back 10 fried worms chubbier

Brown grass both sides

Canned food

Manmade tools

Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root

Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes

And a handshake-proof campaign, cant lose

Cant gain

Smoke out moles like a force of nature

Pray fortune return to his favor

Swiftly

Maybe in the form of a nest egg

Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray

Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate

Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day

M-m-moral compass all batshit

Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets

Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict

I mean, I guess it matters to me

I wish it mattered to you

How a thousand virtues

Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtlesRoving packs of elusive young become

Choke-lore writers over boosted drums

In the terrifying face of a future tongue

Down down from a huntable surplus to one

Down down from a huntable surplus to one

Down down from a huntable surplus to one

Down down from a huntable surplus to oneCheck his own Breakneck pulse

Over colors in a drain

That emote sugar skulls in the rain

Flower-eyes melting

guided by a levy made of bath tiles tilting

Quarter up and headed for the kill screen

No corner cut, no build team

Only a particularly menacing

Angle perpendicular to everything

Boys room cherry bomb

Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Hello

Heres where a tale of caution

Pounds coffin nails

To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth

Nevermind straw to gold

Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles

Arm in the maw

Fish out pith like a business card from a jar at the mall

A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause

Get stuffed with cartoon cigars

Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost

Around folk backed into what they most lampoon

Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles

Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you

Fade me

Failed all basic training

But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling

Silhouette the gods last cigarette

Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculousRoving packs of elusive young become

Choke lore writers over boosted drums

In the terrifying face of a future tongue

Down down from a huntable surplus to one

Down down from a huntable surplus to one

Down down from a huntable surplus to oneOne

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