Lyrics Ode To Mortality - Jonwayne
                                                "I 
                                                will 
                                                soon 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                read 
                                                poetry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Uh... 
                                                might 
                                                as 
                                                well 
                                                start 
                                                about 
                                                now"
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                my 
                                                lungs 
                                                can 
                                                withstand 
                                                these 
                                                filth 
                                                icicles
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                angels 
                                                dust 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                false 
                                                prophets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                    I 
                                                clutch 
                                                my 
                                                poetry 
                                                tighter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                to 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                these 
                                                walls 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                listening 
                                                to 
                                                drama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                bother 
                                                the 
                                                carpenter, 
                                                there 
                                                soon 
                                                he 
                                                plays 
                                                harbinger
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                couldn't 
                                                shake 
                                                the 
                                                moccasin 
                                                    a 
                                                moniker
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                only 
                                                know 
                                                him 
                                                from 
                                                watching 
                                                upon 
                                                their 
                                                monitor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                they′ll 
                                                cop 
                                                    a 
                                                feel 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                feeling 
                                                from 
                                                brain 
                                                opera
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                is 
                                                an 
                                                homage 
                                                to 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                cousins 
                                                never 
                                                kissed, 
                                                nor 
                                                laid 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bed 
                                                to 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                sketch 
                                                breath 
                                                with 
                                                sharp 
                                                and 
                                                broken 
                                                pencils
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                message 
                                                is 
                                                permanent, 
                                                it's 
                                                been 
                                                etched 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                mental
 
                                    
                                
                                                "What 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                stars 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                seeing 
                                                them 
                                                soon
 
                                    
                                
                                                "...in 
                                                the, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "It′s 
                                                okay, 
                                                    I 
                                                guess"
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                skin 
                                                is 
                                                drenched 
                                                in 
                                                shadows
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it′s 
                                                high 
                                                noon 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                camel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thirst 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                an 
                                                essence 
                                                the 
                                                devil 
                                                is 
                                                whispering
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                slip 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                room 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain, 
                                                running 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                gin
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                have 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                just 
                                                loosen 
                                                your 
                                                grip
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                noose 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                rope 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                pupil 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                drip
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seeking 
                                                light 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                the 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dog 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                barking
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                procure 
                                                drops 
                                                of 
                                                dark 
                                                matter
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                pure 
                                                oceanic 
                                                space 
                                                inside 
                                                my 
                                                eyelids
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                planets 
                                                are 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                iris
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bronze 
                                                light 
                                                beams 
                                                gold, 
                                                king 
                                                Midas
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                duck 
                                                diving, 
                                                eat 
                                                riches 
                                                like 
                                                pretty 
                                                wives
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                never 
                                                felt 
                                                alive 
                                                if 
                                                you've 
                                                never 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                bones 
                                                never 
                                                ache 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                song 
                                                never 
                                                cries
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                fall 
                                                weightless 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                wake 
                                                of 
                                                greatness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                is 
                                                an 
                                                homage 
                                                to 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                cousins 
                                                never 
                                                kissed, 
                                                nor 
                                                laid 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bed 
                                                to 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                sketch 
                                                breath 
                                                with 
                                                sharp 
                                                and 
                                                broken 
                                                pencils
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                message 
                                                is 
                                                permanent, 
                                                it′s 
                                                been 
                                                etched 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                mental
 
                                    
                                
                                                "What 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                stars 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                seeing 
                                                you 
                                                soon
 
                                    
                                
                                                "...in 
                                                the, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "It′s 
                                                okay, 
                                                    I 
                                                guess"
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Gross
2 Raw Shit
3 Bukowski
4 Cool Runnings
5 Passing Fancies
6 Ode To Mortality
7 Altitude
8 Blaq Prussian
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