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Adventures in Lemnos, Pt. 1
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It's hard to have a layman Truly understand the craft Like having an ant tell giraffe What it's like in the gra** Likely one reason that many artists turn to drinking 'Cause they're use to feeling liquid As they're drowning while they're sinking I welcome all trains of thought And all the different views 'Cause I believe what I am saying So why would I then seclude If you truly kindle fire Why would you just preach to choir I do all your vim admire But don't shut down while it's dire Hold My hand in this bitter rain I know it's cold But don't let your ardor wane Don't want an echo chamber It's a double-edgèd sword putting both ent**ies in danger And stop pretending people will develop your reasoning If you stop a**ociating Expecting them to find their way while they're wandering I asked Atlas how he takes the weight And questioned if pain dissipates He told me I'll be served a plate But to shatter it 'cause food'll never sate Many tell me never bite off more than I could chew But inside I feel so fain to choke upon what I so choose An artist abides in the land where discomfort resides What I mean is every single piece is like a snowflake Predicated on a speck of dust, in this case yearning An inner burning to speak or write it into ether And at the far end of the craft you make for pantheon's discerning Doesn't matter if your work is sad or happy If you couldn't create and put into ether you'd be lost like La**ie Looking for your owner while your soul is feeling hungry Bleed, for this craft I must lead It takes so much to feed Me, I'm a different breed Seasons changing Yes, I know Fallen leaves Then winter snow Sadness ranging Far and near Highest jumper's Wounded deer Sister, darling, can't you see My blood path's cut out for me Ere, at night, I fall to sleep I pray my Ma won't for me weep I spend all my days, looking around Pondering theories, discovering sound Developing ken it's like blood to a hound Man, my life is like a merry-go-round Somebody give me a bandage I am running up a sand ridge Trying to gain a vantage With no limbs to grant advantage I'm bruising myself on the way up And then I go dip myself in some hot syrup And after that I lick my wounds After that I write my runes Drowning in vices but swimming in boons If my life's, the investment Then my craft, is the dividends A menacing medicine But it's so riveting like it is Ritalin Finding deliverance midst the maleficence Not an easy process If you are searching for aught of significance Must prepare for the marshes I'm not one for the diffidence I'm more one for the confidence Look to my life for the evidence Saying what I must when there's relevance Many are bound by their own heart's reticence Getting the money and running away Grabbing the pot and then throwing the clay Never the option Guided by pa**ion Give me the pen and I'm ready for action Don't cry Oh my All my Sins have come my way And they seek my flesh to flay I could sing away the day But I know they're here to stay I've engaged in discourse With sages of old You would likely have remorse Hearing what's told I've seen mountaintops From the valleys below Whilst all sunshine stops And the darkness does grow
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