Boxcar sessionist black magic is The magnet breakin' 'em down to Micro fragments. I might go dragnet Shoot joe on friday if I miss i'll Get your one day
on the speaker silouhetted by the muted television and the rickety venetians, between tweaks he sweeps at home depot and reads, mostly biblical but not cuz he believed
Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern I can't believe I'm still concerned I can't believe side children
mean Mr. Terror believe it Build me a queen with with your magnetic machine Hey Mr. Terror believe it Build me a queen with with your magnetic machine
point the gun too much. You're fucking such, an easy target. I couldn't carry a goddamn thing, but you, but you gave it anyway. Half-flattered you believed
dig in your heels Make believe you never worry how to pay for your meals Edges are eroding, there's a cancer in my head My magnetism's fading, can't get
on a train. I called one morning cold and grey, You won't remember anything Some of us don't believe in time, And some of us don't believe in life
mission wise Front rise to action and the consequence Better miss the ending in all realities There they ever lies tryin to leave Faces not seen but you feelin, they'll, still believe
in survival spinning out on turns That gets you tough Guru books, the bible, only a reminder That you're just not good enough You need to believe in
waves running through his head Square wave - people couldn't believe it Square wave - all the way to Carnegie hall Square wave One rod for Pitch Electro Magnetic
in Survival Spinning out on turns That get you tough Guru books - the bible Only a reminder That you're just not good enough You need to believe in something
dust up on the corner I'm dirty like pneumonia Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round I'm devious mischievious, and if y'all believe in this then
Ofcourse you are my bright little star I've miles and miles of files, pretty files of your forefather's fruit And now to suit our great computer You're magnetic
' at me, damn right I'ma flirt So homie don't bring your girl to meet me 'coz I'ma flirt And baby, don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'coz I'ma flirt Please believe
what to do, think Brainwaves transmitted from my mind Of a magnetic kind I don't know what to do If I can't get through to you, so think Do you believe
A hundred thousand hearts a day Are vacuumed in along these runways In specks of iron from around the world Drawn to the magnetism in this place I've
, so what could go wrong? Just as long as it sounds lost, streaming out of the magnets The card you're dealt by the crowd goes wild, make believe you