Another Atmosphere remix with Id Obelus.**********************Almost Famous II mixtape is delayed for a couple of weeks, sorry guys!**********************Subscribe to Id Obelus! I retain a balance to what is right and incorrect,The chain breaks that connects people's theory of "respect".Abandoned in the scene, you got to choose between the two,You think it's a dilemma, since the wrong is what you want to do.Human minds absorbs from a thought we distort,They say God can only judge, but there's a judge in the court.You make an oath to the bible, to determine the truth,Yet you can never prove innocence without the proof.We tend to live in disbelief and disposition,And we do stupid things just to build the recognition.There's been wars that were held without the proper ammunition,And the cause is just the same, for either power or religion.Most of my words are simply echoes from a tunnel,I struggle since I'd rather enter under the funnel.Let the earth crumble it's the nature at work,You won't stumble if you learn to live and embrace the dirt.Time exists but time never flies.I said I speak the truth, but my truths are your lies.My philosophical thoughts only fills your demise,Envision paranormal see a devil in disguise.As I pass across the lines I see a glimpse of my shrine.Hell is in this world within the course of my time.I only live once, unloved and I'm hungry,Imperfect as I am, wishing God loves ugly.God loves ugly.I'm only as ugly as you want me to be.Wear my scars like I'm marketing this,Poor choice I made so my art could exist.When a narcissist's target is garbage it's hard to resist,Clinching my fist, and shakin' it --At stuff I can't understand man,But, no man understands canned squash can't you understand?We stand here with no clue only blind faith,And only who's, how's, why's -- plague our minds daily.And that's a plug to the slug in the septic tank,Who knows what its true purpose is to eat the rank.Mold and vegetable matter as if matters,Before it gets splattered and wakes up in the afterlife.We pacify ourselves with our wealth -- felt good while it lasted,A blast it was frigging hell on earth.Birth until death it was sort of fresh tooSearching for def records to hold my breath to.Many ugly thoughts many ugly times,Plenty underlying evils in our minds,We underline them, and contemplate them,And shout them verbatim, dang it we hate them!We take them and shake them, and shake them to smithereens!God loves ugly.
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