Algorithm - War at 12080 (Floodgates) Lyrics


Algorithm Lyrics

War at 12080 (Floodgates) Lyrics
[VERSE I]

A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement

The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement

Made my peace with god we've made an arrangement

He won't interfere in my affairs provided I make truthful statements

That translates into people's feelings dead by the wayside

Bruised egos remain when I slay pride

No faith in the masses y'all won't see me stage dive

This type of solitude plagued Van Gogh to hear in mono

Multiple personalities second guess themselves and squabble

A heart encased in cold metal

A stubborn demeanor that makes the bold settle

Bare feet scented with the fragrance of rose petals

Russian roulette with five shots

Soon I'll be at peace with the stress I've got

This revolver's mine

This revolver shines

Irrational logic of the faltered kind

This bum right here's the prince and the pauper combined

This peasant rich spirited

This prince inconsiderate

Divine disenchanted genius illiterate

This so-called life must get rid of it

STOP BOTHERING ME!



[VERSE II]

While the sun's in a coma the moon envies

Happy ball of fire never sees the bowels of hell empty

into the streets/ The glowing orb jealous of the warmth and the heat

The witness from above never feels peace he sees

In the dead of night alter boys molested by priests

Pious men behind closed doors cuddle close with the beast

Battered wives raped on bloody sheets

Innocent men of color slaughtered by police

Neglected children starving and thirsty drink tears as they weep

Corrupt lawyers on the edge overdose in they sleep

Addicts so far gone rehab clinic gave 'em release

Neighbors gossip 'bout each other when the fake smiles cease

Grave robbers seek wealth when they steal from deceased

Possessive pimp creeps/ smack their prostitute freaks

Evil industry dispose of toxic waste with leaks

Betray public trust politician lies through his teeth when he speaks

The sanity of citizens fully decreased/ Superstition

dictates the mind of the weak

And they all/ got the gaul/ to blame it all/ on the full moon

Darkness consumes

But the sun awakens soon



[VERSE III]

I find myself drowning in shallow cup is half empty symbolism

Yoko Ono stank puss growth stunted by simple jism

Shame held them captive

Lack of love

full of lust

kept them active

Fleetwood Mac(k)-ing

these phrases

Goin' my own way emotional laxative

Releases rages

Relations go through phases

Nothing new to pseudo bible banger Jezebel Magdalene

Her shoulders pinned up against stone wall outside the club handlin'

Strange private parts she just met over a couple of drinks babblin'

Then she got the balls to show up to her Sunday cult church gatherin'

Hypocrites to the highest power

Slice of lime in her drink to remind her about her

bitter life going sour

Where's the redeeming quality

Living life in the fast lane losing control of velocity

A bratty little girl sees you as role model-what an atrocity

Two women with bad self images do what they know best to raise a child

One lives the life of a lifeless doll while

The other roams comatose in a carcass used as a mobile/ Sperm bank

For any Tom, Dick and Hank

The little girl ain't got a chance
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