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BRAIN DAEDALUS - Single

by Social Anxiety

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We gave scraps to the patsy’s, junk to the bad seeds Funk to the jazz scene, punk to the upheave Gave my heart to a sad scene of down kings Drowning out the silence with a chemical cleanse Johnnie Walker mends, china white ends Acid kills the belief in pretend Marijuana lends a helping hand Dear god, we’ve got a psychonaut on our hands Suburban angst on psychotropics Try to hate but you admire my focus Oh shit I keep dropping dope shit Stealing fire like Prometheus The truth of the matter is I’m not bogus An act of god like a swarm of locusts Take girls out just to fuck the hostess Stepping stones to remind I’m broken Out of my mind, the prognosis Is I’m dead to your diagnosis Yes the victim of a psychosis Don’t need to tell me twice, I know it Got a winning hand, don’t need to show it High in demand, strange devotion Never hold back, fuck their motives Never give in, fuck their notions Got a self-induced rhythmic tick That provokes me to rap like this An army of synthesized theme music A long, hard road to artificial bliss My life’s a collection of chin music Satisfaction remains elusive The older I get, the more I like seclusion Social anxiety made me reclusive And that’s what I get for my delusions A bottle of Jack’s and a star on the map I’m a savage, no way around that So this might be the last shot I ever get To display affection for the art of death To ingrain direction into each last breath To supplant transgressions too complex For the mind of man to comprehend I’m not perfect but I know I’m worth it Fuck everyone who thinks that I’m worthless I’m not perfect but I know I’ve earned this Fuck everyone who thinks I don’t deserve it I’m an artist who provides a service The soundtrack to discovering purpose There’s more to you, of that I’m certain You’re not the only one this world is versus You’re not the only one who’s always hurting Cuz death and I are always flirting And we’ll keep it up till she calls curtains I’m less of a lover, more like a servant But life’s the one who’s been observant And the love she displays is so fervent But our relationship’s subversive So the entire world looks to pervert it

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released January 18, 2016

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