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Текст песни Qwel - Underachiever

Qwel - Underachiever слова песни

[Verse 1]The space it takes to time travel ain`t worth the effortMic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the networkAs clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfectThis pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertexSerpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackoutsYo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack houseAppachis don`t stop, but the candle burnsat both ends while most men just channel surfIt`s gonna take more then folded hands to part the skiesSo lets drown from the ground upImperfection starts with Iam god and god`s not hard rock or worthy slavesSurfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early gravesI hope we catch ebola, just what man deservesBuilt god with satellites, but couldn`t handle earthIt`ll flood `till the blood spills, but you still wouldn`t believe itNo control, alt, delete itI`m on my way to be itThe time it takes to space travel ain`t worth the distanceIf I could reach the remote from here then I convert the missionWorse then vision splitting headachesWhat man`s set on looking?These books are too heavy, plus the antenna`s crookedThe batteries are drained, I think I`ll wait it outBut way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couchWe can slouch into a fetus, all we need is televisionWith long spoons to feed us sex and exorcismInternet access to find our soulsE-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodesHomes are only shelters, only shelves of a manRemote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin` bentYo, we can start right now, here in Chi-townI`ll die if you have to, you know I`m downWith an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun`s outWhat channels the revolution on? the motherfucking couch[Verse 2]Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thievesWhen he`s only fifteen and got a tip from his seedsSo whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines?When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiendsRapping teen actors on the magic screenLies for halftime, why`s he laughin` at me?Let the smoke flow out through his platic speechPatching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the feeHack the feet off, at the khaki cuffNeed batteries for windows, `cause reality sucksHalf to give up something right?The library`s sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary codeHypnotize my mind, is it time to explode?Is my spine a remote, or am I in control?As I portray this wisdom image actor seeBut why`s this plastic thing, pointed back at mePointed back at me (pointed back at me)

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