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World Renowned Nobody

by Bad Architect Records

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I wrote a letter to my father. I won't be home again. I said that sometimes it just makes sense to neglect the consequence. And I seem to remember the times that I regret. Broken mirrors and empty sex In the shadows I'd deflect. I find it funny that I'm reppin this cautionary tale. Met the Devil, wrote some songs, but will they let me sing in Hell? The phone is ringing. I can't answer. He's on the other line. Take this secret to my grave and save the truth for another time with this Strange Consequence (you can't keep running from me while I don't know what you see I'm certain you're hung up on nothing but a feeling)
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Disciples of time you've so clearly disguised all of the methods from Christ to keep a lid on the wise. The flowers and fate, all encompassing hatred reside in the veins of our bloodlines... I promise. Cause, I'm the selfish. I'm the coward and I lack the heart for hope. I'm the missing boy on your carton. Many have auditioned for this role as you know. The parking lot's filled with murderers. The soil is thick with incompletes. The throne seats smiling burglars and the soil is rejecting these seeds. Cause, I'm the selfish. I'm the coward and I lack the heart for hope. I'm the missing boy on your carton. Many have auditioned for this role as you know. I'm the serpent around the apple, and I wish to feed on your souls. While you're out chasing God with your bibles, the fires in Heaven's basement will grow cold.
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I give up on the weather. There's too many clouds and I can't see. And it ain't gettin better, so I'm going to sleep. I must sound psychotic, but I'm letting you know so please believe that I'm running out of options but I'll find a way Just not today Just not today Just not today Guess I'm overdue for some medicine . I felt my head again. It's filled to the brim with regret and sin. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get this straight. I dunno, we'll see. Constantly I'm reminded of a younger version of myself less awful Be careful what you wish for. Take me to safety. As I spin so finicky, let me blend the symmetry In the mirror memory, then I try to mimic me I am the antithesis, remaining ambiguous Synchronize the synthesis, show me your omnipotence Spin around I undulate, still feel I am out for bate Thoughts of clouds they form a fait, if its real don’t hesitate Switching shapes from a lizard to an Ape, my rhymes are fine lines you age like grapes By these guidelines I’ve lost my mind, I’m that snake innate that ate that lion Multidimensional crossing time, between here and no where I walk that line On the third day I rose divine, as a matter of fact I want that shine Want that shrine want that throne, me and us and we all alone In my mind I mean in my dome, THE BearCat simulation now is on Guess I'm giving up today. This release I can't delay. I suppose it's wrong but y'all know that I tried. Yes, I'm clocking out early. I cannot work if I'm asleep. Please excuse my fate. I guess I'm giving up today.
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Wait at the altar for me. I've been biting down with false teeth. Pray for this sinner to come clean. Count down the hours till I'm free. Hide your skeletons inside but in the closets they will not reside. You lock a door and you close your eyes when you cheat the truth with compromise. When you're sad and you get confused do you forget your point of view? Could you surrender your violent temper? Wait at the altar for me. I've been biting down with false teeth. Pray for this sinner to come clean. Count down the hours till I'm free.
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I feel like rain landing on waterfalls. I will stay awake until the sun decides to shine. I'm alive so I'll go through it all. and Tomorrow I won't mind to be caught somewhere in time. I pray tomorrow that I might find another place to hide. I pissed on every bed I've owned. I've got a house full of bottles, but no home. Help me drop this luggage. Cause I can't keep the load. Won't you help me push this carriage? cause God knows what I've sold. The consequences of my actions occasionally come around to haunt me when praying in vacant churches after burning down public schools. The grocery list gets shortened when I modify the contents of these packages.. These packages are sent from someone holy and yet the recipient is a fool. Now I'll confess that my teeth are abscessed, and I partially attribute that to gin. My room's a wreck. My dog is depressed. My mother's made the claim that I live in sin. How I abide by the rules of my life should not cause you or your friends a bit of harm. Once I walked with pride on the world outside. Now I'm afraid to step out of my own yard Because She took a restraining order out on me. Now everytime I call her I talk to CMPD. That's the Charlotte Police Department making cameos at my apartment. I asked for advice from the sergeant. Tell me, how do I get back to where I started?

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released June 23, 2023

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