I can see the draw of all the glitz and the glamour
Coming raw and flippin hammers
Satin slippers and hammocks
Victim to the gimmicks like laminates
There no "tour" if you're only playing shows in your own habitat
Exaggerate your stamina in front of cameras
Your personas a comb over, with no rover, the shows over
No benz or dividends to defend you while you in that slow roaster
No coast to claim but my hearts holster
Is no closer
To being at home then a refugee escaping tyranny
Hopping borders dodging bullets from the unknown soldiers



I'm a bag a bones saggin' low
Fighting the Slow
Churning blend of obvious goals
To make music with soul
The all slow changing dancing troll
That controls the tolls
A spoken word barely heard like a crackle in the distance
I'm the rebellion and the resistance
Full steam ahead, i'm taking off full pistons
Picking off the head shots and never missin
In action
If war is what they're asking
Then that's what i'll give em'

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