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I'll smoke another cigarette and bang my head on the wall to see how bloody it gets, but the rhythm it's like a call to my city. I'll smoke another cigarette and bang my head on the wall to see how bloody it gets, but the rhythm it's like a call. Fuck it. You 16-bit, I'm 64-bit. So when you done giving me the picture I'm the one still seeing shit, spiraling out in the pixel light and feelin' it. Who cut the circuit feeding it? Never cared about my apathy till you believed in it. I'm half past serenity. The last blast was on my path to divinity. Went to Sin City with the Sims and sent back that ketamine. The devil tried to sell us methamphetamines and I almost forgot my Dramamine for the drive home a head of me. Fuck it. You 16-bit, I'm 64-bit and I already passed you four times on this 20 year orbit. Wowing out with my boys now 'cos its important. Wow, Owls! For sure then and shouts outs to the house that holds my poorest fortune. It's like, I'm six years old and tryin to torch the porch swing, choppin down cherry trees with an ax as fast as the door swing. I'm a just go out back and listen to the whores sing, you wouldn't get it though, it's a 24 thing. The name's Jack Bauer. I get along with President Palmer and black power. I been up for 24 hours, dipped out on the nuclear shower. Now, who got my daughter Kim Bauer? I want to talk to her, motherfucker. We family. Fuck it. You 16 bit. I'm 64-bit. The desert's seen a ghost as Mason goes to the cock pit. Suicide dive into the rocks then. The apocalypse pops in and helicopters watch I drop make city blocks bend. Bombs pop in a lopsided horizon. Cyanide inside of my mouth incase of surprises. 64 bit and basically four times more clarity. Plug me into your system and prepare yourself for disparity. I'll smoke another cigarette and bang my head on the wall to see how bloody it gets, but the rhythm it's like a call to my city. I'll smoke another cigarette and bang my head on the wall to see how bloody it gets, but the rhythm it's like a call.

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from Tap Water, released June 20, 2013

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