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K-THE-I lyrics : "Finger Painting"

We stretch and wake up in the morning
Drifting
Same difference

Arm's distance
Inverted with magical powers
Rabbit out of the hat

Now start your day
Not much to say
Grounded

Still well aware of the traveled mind state
We all live in a yellow submarine
With a team of Tribbles scattered across the scene

My personal eternal sunshine
Bright orange and tangerine
Lullabies whispering ?come home?

Home where the heart isn't cloned
Only renditions of myself approaching the microphone zoned
Paranoia and stress create relapsed memory failure

Give me less than sixty seconds to explain what's going on
Trapped
But mapped in a location in between regions

In which hemispheres make the decision
Leaving the stasis just available
Not noticing that my eyes were still shut

So I shouted out loud as I can
Remove me from this cubical Rubik's Cube lifespan
Finger painting

Puzzle pieces missing
Follow your nose
For those wondering

No one seems to be coming in alone
Countdown to another malfunction
I'll throw down with any clown acting hard

They must be up to something
Running in circles
No one will hurt you

As long as you sit there until it's all over and ask ?was it all real??
I tend to ask myself these questions frequently
Inside

Insert deep thoughts
I keep getting these nightmares easily
Freddy Kruger

Mind over matter
Another episode on Elm Street
In the corner of my subconscious

Deja vu repeats
These days are like conditioning
But what sickens me is this misery

This modern day Babylon
It's like torture
I wish it could be history

This is me
K-The-I??? with eights placed horizontally
To express the essence of infinity

If you measure it at a right angle
You could establish symmetry
But the image only mattered to just you and me

See I noticed the clear blue skies
Happy moments turned into war cries
Believe me I already tried touching the sky twice and I don't know why

Reasonable amount
Upright
What are you talking about?

Verdict
Guilty pleasure
Amongst every measure of the beat

Hit repeat
Relinquish limited moderate modern monopoly
Moments until attempts striking backwards attacking me

Marvelous minutes
Timid footsteps denuded and x-rayed
Laser phase though demolecularized

I get hyperactive on stage

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