Themselves - Gangster of Disbelief lyrics

Is there a set day to your ever
A lost and now stole to your ember
An eaten, from which you may not survive
Yet this undeath shall not divide you…two
Into as many wolf mouths as you might feed
Or hit record oblivion

A deep dark themselves
From which you and jeff would
Never be friends again
And I am awfully fully aware of this
After all hell is only a furthest
Extension of all fairness
Sysiphus got rock I’ll get mine…in due time

And every day I’m

And every day authors die from falling
You see what I'm saying
When authors die from falling



This is a slave world
Of fine bedding and big funerals
Stuffed with the husks of sons
Followed by roman numerals
And the ancient dragon of privilege
Yeah but does it guard them or eat them
Tell me which is it
They are the thing of whips
What was once crown has become
And they come in every color and from
Everywhere greed grew strong in ape
And in such sad math the future was ate
Until not a single thinking thing on
A tectonic plate has been
Safe since power or the ordinary
Cunt coming of kings
My people have been only on strings
And somehow my great grand dad guilded hats
So that I could build
Stronger straw homes from (blank) rap
Better men and women from selves
And clear mind diamond mines
Of their personal hells
Cause nothing quells the
E-m-p-t-y once it class pictures your ass
Sat in the still chariot of class
Verse reins and all time
Things will grind so I song mine
Out and it does deal with
The death in the venom
But doesn’t cure me of the
Darks when I’m in em

Do you get down
To the sound of guns decomposing
The blood in your songs gone
Mud in a landfill

We don't play on graves
Cause there isn't room
Besides it's uneven often that
Slants and fools come

Its True somehow the MP3’s shown me how the
Humble bee must feel
When your prime is what your ending wields
When your environment, it eats you
Vernor is it true what you jungle said
Do the Birds just yell in all their hell
While insects shout out death
With all their legs
If so I hope I throw it fang up at
The darkness till it shuts on my guts and
Small fame
To know we all Last sleep the same
And that it in fact does all go black
When the day stops calling your name
Giving you back
To the absence of your laugh in this world
And all things sick that
Your shell did pearl

In defense and a middle
Class lack of suspense
To the pit or picket fence fate
Your life careers off into
Do you see what I’m meaning
Your sons numb, your daughters demons
Run deeper than their affections

I’m a good gangster of my dis-beliefs
Unwooden goodened gangster of his disbeliefs
Overtooken goodened gangster of
His dis beliefs