man loves magnet [but does not understand it] (prod. bob)

from calm as things better not to tell by Grosser

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lyrics

i’m unable to see
factories of mastery
surrounding all the castles
with the pretty princess fallacy
faking drinking daiquiris
the lack of these
indulgent human beings
the truth is gone so
harass the kids, grasp to mask the fears
accent at last appears
in passions here
psychopath desensitized to murder she aint special
i wrestle with those kind of thoughts
sense perceive the devil
spreading sticky rumors escalate to lower levels
disrespectful son now you missing on your medals

i’m golden to the soul to the soul to the soul
i’m golden to the soul, golden golden to the soul
i’m golden to the soul to the soul to the soul
i’m golden to the soul, golden golden to the soul

fixated on the permanent
delta with the turbulence
think of me just like a journalist with nervousness
i’m a servant serpent
spitting sermon shit that’s turbulent,
disturbing bits these words can get
determinate, defeating services
suffocated fire couldn’t burn again
we learning then
the slash between the right/wrong
obsess with facts like icons
pawn for the strong to alleviate the masses
couldn’t fathom this reaction
frozen platinum isn’t action
what’s that fashion?
i’m lying flattened or a classic latin maxim
surpassing, burning ashes
total blindness in his glasses
craving traction what just happened
in a loco automotive like a boat is
hydroplaning where you going?