AWA

pulling the pin (feat. Mavis Staples & Josh Homme)

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  • 2020.06.03
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Yeah Yeah, that cash Yeah, take it, here From a long line of the rancidest swine came the violators The cloven foot designers of high crime for the iron ages Twisting down through time, see them tryna unwind creation Don't be surprised, it's a mistake to think their influence had faded Well, what a wretched state of danger we've made here I thought to me, "Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy, toxicly Perhaps explaining tears and even tears in my cosmology" You numb yourself for years and it can wear upon you, honestly These old foxes got a lotta plots to out fox us (Ayy) Tryna divvy up and dump in corresponding boxes, how obnoxious Where the heart and mind connect, expect them targeting like archers You will not travel towards the light if they're in charge of your departure You'd think the universe forgot us the way the cursed pitch their product (Woo) As though our spirits not a fire that can't be snuffed or turned to dollars Or the expanse across all space, can't be contained in one small dollop Now I see that its the same moment in history back to haunt us And here we are again Hello void, long time watcher, first time callin' in Every cage built needs an occupant Got a dead bolt, see 'em lock it in Had a good run but they stoppin' it Wanna Walkman in the coffin lid Eat your heart out, fiction fan Truly the truth's the stranger document And at best I'm just getting it wrong And at worst I've been right from the start It hurts, I'm bein' torn apart Theres a grenade in my heart And the pin is in their palm There's a grenade There's a grenade A grenade in my heart At best I feel difficult, poor and you pitiful Then everyday's like a satanic ritual Beautiful soul with the rogue and the criminal How long must the Holy hold onto they principles? Kickin' and screamin' while watchin' the demons Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals My pastor say, "God has promised us paradise, live a good life it is pivotal" I promised my mama that I would stay honest But I want it all in the physical And promise I'm honest, I'll probably be punished 'Cause keeping that promise too difficult So picture me red as I sit on the bed With my hands on my head and this pistol too Why the fuck must I be miserable? The devils, they do the despicable And still, they move like they invincible These filthy criminals, sit at the pinnacle Doin' the typical, keepin' us miserable Takin' the most and providin' the minimal Hate to sound cynical but shit is pitiful, times is just critical Like Jimmy Seville, they cheerfully kill kids in a ritual I'll murder the miserables, I'll make it all biblical I'll cut off their heads, they'll beg for their lives and I'll put it up, digital Fuck the political, the mission is spiritual Our murder is miracle, that was sent here to just punish through terror Static in my mind Like sanity on borrowed time Like right and wrong can't be defined There's a grenade in my heart And the pin is in their palm There's a grenade There's a grenade A grenade in my heart

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