Текст песни Algorithm - War at 120/80 12" Vinyl
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These tunes we performbe only a scorefor ritual enduredWhen we uphold the pure cureHumanity- The all-time great ungiftedNeeding presence in the present to lift itSpiritual growth a breath away but still resistedThese thoughts valid for our timeThis flame shinesIts aimto inspirebefore we expireHear psalms happily sung by the angel`s choirFire back don`t let the escalator backfireA man born to fight reckless for his idealsFood for thought, deep concentration, struggle for the mealNever at odds with what my gut feelsI rush to my destiny with the speed of the wings onMercury`s heelsIt gets me to move swiftlyChances of success fifty-fiftyCut corners off these squares and give `em 360The ills of society are in usWe the sinnerslooking for someone to forgive usIn a wicked world hoping our children outlive usSome offspring meet the doctor`s saber and never the cradleHomicide committed in pre-natalMost crime stories end as death fableSeth P. mortician, magician, musicianwhose music is fatalRealm Disciples struggle with the mud in the soulOur cold stares are boldI relate to the book of JobClaw my way to the apex on knee and elbowsSuch thoughts terrifies thosewho never choseto think with such imaginationThis is liberationpoison in the rat racePavlovian salivationrabid slobberin` salvation