Corrección Letra weirdcore par CHRIST DILLINGER

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I-I-Incremental loss of consciousness around
Incidental cause to all of this around
No hook, no retribution, nothing but the sound
I cope with what they saying healthily
Rich man, don't behave wealthily
Wealthy man contemplating selling me
But I don't take the orders that they telling me
That sh*t don't sit well with me
Stick the tricks, flip this like an egg
Put this information in your head
Information nations chucking lead
At each other, leave each other dead
I will not just listen I will just keep p*ssing off
Parents tell their children what wе building getting soft
If you made a million dollars, would you f**k it off
Or would you do something bеfore you're inside the coffin
Floating like a feather where the weather is cloudy
Whatever, I can spit it better than cheddar that n***as said they could [?]
Funny how you f**k up, having sex with the devil
(Next song) yuh
I don't feel my brain, I think my mind is shutting off
Robot artists on the internet, they play pretend
Settling for lust, but do you really know the cost?
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never end
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never end
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never end
Stuck inside the weaker image, stuck inside the, stuck inside
My eyes do not believe what I see
My eyes see everything as a dream
My eye sees over all visible-things
I can't see the details, static grey
Hey, hey
There's a humanoid, that I see
Over yonder, walking through the trees
Walking aimlessly
Maybe towards me, that's what my ego thinks
I am not important to the ghost
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Mouth is running like a faucet
Sneezing, coughing, mind is fogging
Groggy through this soggy GMO
Caffeine overdose, losing soul
I am never full
I'm a worthless tool, to society
They'll dispose me

Human rounds, specialize
Leaving killers immortalized
Stupidity and ignorance incentivized
Wash your eyes
How would you feel if you rolled in the holes
Where the windows is broken
They can't roll up the clothes
I rode down those roads where car windows is broken and [?]
Watchin uncles that smoke and put blow up they nose
N***as with flows
Hoping to open some doors
Corners is open
But n***as souls is closed
Cop some clothes, I'll leave you cold on the floor
Breaking these n***as, breaking these hoes
Cold in a cupboard, I'm giving life like a judge or a mother
Pen and pad in one hand
And the other a light brew
Kill as many lives, do these many rhymes
Delivered directly to n***as faces at the sign of the times
Tears in eyes and realise the blessing
The art dies as the [?] dies
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