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Nature kils the trill like I kill the truth
Bear in mind I'm bare handed
Barely landed in the valley of the damned
You would never understand where I stand
As the grass gets greasy, it's so gross
In the lab there's a leach attached to a body's lobe
I love poetry it's like pot to me
I get high and I dive like a seagull that sees clearly
Underwater's the waiter
give me a cocktail, mystic tales of, two kids named Taylor
Meeting...while eating meat
Execute eggs, baby...you're too cute
I can't believe I birth you
Child made of words
Child...constructed thanks to mother nature
The same parent that left me barren
I have no comparison to compromise
I'm paralysed kidding I'm paraphrasing
Unfathomable, unimaginable, like a plastic bag that is accountable
For what?
For nothing
It's a plastic bag (x4)
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Normal day
03:54
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The words are speechless, and the clouds are alive
the stones are responsive, and the loudest sound in the night
is my drive, to seek help
to understand, what's in the cassette
I'm so sorry for not paying respect
But I have to keep my mental stability in check
Is my illusion this insane
By the gods can I have one normal day
A normal day
Normal day
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Against the sun
05:22
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Two
04:27
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Dogs and men are alike, in this garbage truck of a life
This feeling is mutual, when we're all stuck in this high
You can feel the rise, crash and fading into dust this time
This all glorious morning sun, once again struck our eyes
why are you still here
(they wanna take you down)
run away from your peers
(they wanna see you drown)
why are you still here
(they wanna burn your town)
run away from your peers
(and the world all around...you)
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Nature kils the trill like I kill the truth
Bear in mind I'm bare handed
Barely landed in the valley of the damned
You would never understand where I stand
As the grass gets greasy, it's so gross
In the lab there's a leach attached to a body's lobe
I love poetry it's like pot to me
I get high and I dive like a seagull that sees clearly
Underwater's the waiter
give me a cocktail, mystic tales of, two kids named Taylor
Meeting...while eating meat
Execute eggs, baby...you're too cute
I can't believe I birth you
Child made of words
Child...constructed thanks to mother nature
The same parent that left me barren
I have no comparison to compromise
I'm paralysed kidding I'm paraphrasing
Unfathomable, unimaginable, like a plastic bag that is accountable
For what?
For nothing
It's a plastic bag (x4)
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Cauliflower College Montreal, Québec
Experimenting with electronic music, rock and noise to create a chaotic yet beautiful dissonance.
Project started by Ludovick Lubérisse / Ori Taggart in September 2020
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An short but devastating project that goes through many progressive leaps and bounds. One of the best 14 minutes experienced here at Cauliflower College
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