Текст песни New Circuits - Kunai Chrome
The
most
dangerous
things
in
life
are
intangible
Like
love
or
that
little
thing
that's
makes
u
feel
un-vanquishable
Leave
a
little
space
in
your
heart
for
the
unimaginable
It
could
help
u
navigate
the
things
that
feel
the
most
impractical
That's
actuals
Take
the
upper
case
off
their
stairs
so
theirs
no
caps
to
pull
I
never
usually
sing
about
the
more
natural
or
primordial
times
Cuz
I'd
have
to
go
eye
to
eye
with
you
I'm
already
pushing
the
line
With
our
glasses
off
the
lines
look
blurred
anyway
Don't
come
in
here,
The
makeup
getting
smudge
anyway
I
like
you
unprocessed,
& not
yet
downloaded
It's
the
purest
you,
un-cryptic
and
but
yet
still
coded
I
like
how
you
understand
me
as
a
philosopher
& poet
Other
days
I
don't
get
to
see
you
at
all
I'm
blindfolded
We
came
back
to
form
the
other
day
After
our
latest
act
on
the
beach
You
said
I
was
a
hiding
a
freak
No...
it's
right
there
for
all
to
see
There's
no
deceit
I
don't
like
to
hide
I
move
in
plain
sight
like
looking
up
or
hangers
I
know
people
who
would
give
it
all
up
To
be
invisible
like
me
& devoid
of
danger
You
like
Viceroy,
the
Profecía
You
Marlboro
keepa,
you
da
soul
seeka
The
way
you
move
"Back
and
Fourth"
Like
you
mad
at
Aliyah,
Alisha,
Ayesha,
Nicole,
& Jessica
I
feel
the
resentment
through
your
nails
on
my
back
The
anguish
from
you
teeth
on
my
ear,
how
bout
that
The
unrest
from
you
legs
conjunct
with
my
waist
The
air
hot
meet
tempest
winds
Downloaded
& Blended
in
I
bend
it
in
Connected
& joined
again
1 of
1 was
1&1 but
the
conversion
evened
in
We
are
now
complete
(New
circuit,
new
circuits,
new
circuits
New
circuits,
new
circuits,
new
circuits,
new)
I
open
you
like
Pandora's
box
The
pandemonium
your
passion
In
passing
almost
like
you
told
me
I'd
rather
ravage
Than
give
you
a
safe
passage
Can't
have
me
tied
up
at
the
office,
I
didn't
stretch
Coincidental
malpractice
is
another
term
for
accident
Which
that
is
not,
which
that
is
not,
which
that
is
not
I'm
not
gone
do
the
two
hour
thing
every
two
Thursdays
Anticipation
on
Wednesday,
the
room
5 on
floor
8
Stop
all
at
that
routine,
you
know
that
shits
fake
Like
analog
clock,
3 to
9,
I
need
you
all
day
Look
in
your
eyes
at
all
those
untold
story's
My
Decorative
Cowboy
hat
you
wear
it
like
Yee-haw
Up
& down
like
seesaw
Backwards
say
it
I,
in
the
dusk
of
glory
I
keep
my
jewelry
so
even
though
the
satin
soaks
it
up
for
me
Glance
locked
in
There's
no
concentration
for
me
to
break
at
all
My
weight
is
on
your
back,
bed
spring
until
I
collapse
In
lust
we
fall,
no
love
to
be
had
I
fantasize
bout
trust
The
kind
I
wish
I
we
had
Outside
the
hotel
room,
crank
the
car,
shut
the
door
Its
already
"Winter
in
New
Mexico"
I
heard
that
them
nights
get
cold
I
can
even
see
my
breath,
in
the
window
When
the
street
lights
come
on
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