Jun 6, 2015

self produced

It's the essence of thought in the back of my mind
Blessing are bought, that fact is divine
Lesser than naught is our actual kind
Rather be fine with packing a dime
And venting, when rights are rented, it's time
To pick up the pixels we leaving behind
Never a nickel could make up for sense
Donating dollars is a way of pretend
Get in their face, Mulder the case
Get skully from Skully, you the king of this game
Confidence raised, riot today
Im writing for all you stuck in this cage
Abundance of substance got us stuck in our place
Luck isn't breed its made from mistakes
The risks that you take taper troubles away
The ultimate flaw is feeling erased
f--- phantoms that chase, chase henny with mace
I gargle some fire and spit in your face
Crying from gas, my asthma sustained
Suspects replaced with profiled faces
Codeine I lean to forget implications
Sometimes I feel like tossing the case in
The back off the cabinet, with the extra mutations
Exing our files like there's nothing to change it
If only we'd realize that we are whats missing

Missing

If only we'd realize that we are whats missing
Conditions have molded us into the victims
f--- being civil I serve at the center
Surrounded by sinners that brandish a pistol

Shooting my temple

 

Jun 6, 2015

As a kid I've never enjoyed the X-Files theme song. It sounds aight on here though.

How long ago was this made?

 

Jun 6, 2015

like a year ish