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Et Tu, Brute?
03:46
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Well it's safe to presume that you don't have the slightest clue. Your cheeks are pale, and your nose is red, and your lips haven't stopped moving yet. You've been babbling on and on about, god knows what and you know that they're all thinking "Man, he really needs to cleanup." Find yourself some work, maybe get in touch with Jesus? Life's a game of chess, we're always runnin' out of pieces.
Oh no! Not I! I'd rather be burned alive! Oh no, not I. But your flame just ain't bright enough, and your blade just ain't sharp enough, and if your brain worked half as quick as your mouth, you'd be in an alright place. And it's a shame that I have to take such lengths, just to prove a fucking point, who really cares, anyways, anymore?
What a waste, you should feel ashamed, don't you show your fucking face around this side of town, leave with some dignity. Put that tail right between those shaky legs. Funny is now you're not so brave as once self proclaimed, the title doesn't match your ways. But your flame just ain't bright enough, and your blade just ain't sharp enough, and if your brain worked half as quick as your mouth, you'd be in an alright place. And it's a shame that I have to take such lengths, just to prove a fucking point, who really cares, anyways, anymore?
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You Thought Time
03:06
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And you thought time was on your side. There'd be an army waiting for you to arrive, so you can side. And you thought time was on your side. There'd be an army waiting for you to arrive, so you can side. Trying to find some higher ground, trying to reach my inner self, I can see it now. Run up the stairs and past the hall, maybe you can hold off the guard, and maybe we can. Run for it, clear break ahead. Maybe we can, run for it. And you thought time was on your side. There'd be an army waiting for you to arrive, so you can side.
you had time, to trace your tracks, you took the easy road down the beaten path, you've been tricked and lied to, they left you here, for us to find you. You thought time, you had time, you need time. Keep on running, never going to find us never going to stop.
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Trial
02:07
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I can't spend my days beating myself up, for things that I don't have control of the outcome. So I'll just stay keeping my mouth shut, and yea I'm okay, it's just a little malfunction. You see the thing with my brain, it's constantly running, double time in my sleep while I'm dreaming for nothing. Whoa oh oh.
Maybe I'll spend my days thinking of ways I can grow, spend my time reading books on how to patch up this soul. And maybe if I could gather my nerves, and if the timing was right, and I picked a few clever words. If I had the strength to get out what I had to say, then maybe just maybe I could finally sleep. Fine
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Con Etiquette New Haven, Connecticut
Con Etiquette is:
Antonino Lappostato
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Mr. G
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