Buck 65 - Danger And Play lyrics

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Buck 65 - Danger And Play lyrics

[Verse I:] Here's a man who's come apart pieces missing uncollected His heart breaks for total strangers He's the one that's undetected The corridor is lying fallow Going Blind he doesn't care to know the truth His better days are trapped in amber Hard to read he lacked candor Audience was rapt enamored Tried to speak but cracked and stammered Out of focus here's a man who's had his chance His tired legs that shook like towers Antlers mounted on the wall Open books that look like flowers Sounds of traffic like applause Roaring sons and daughters chirping The agony of Priapus Warring Huns and water serpants Salomé she dances for the prisoners of heaven's jails with feet that barely touch the ground Seven gates Seven veils One by one they fall away Now she's left with secrets that could break the world Indifferent and sophisticated To this day the myth's debated Malevolent Dismissed and hated Just try not to lose your head Between the devil and the deep blue sea she memorized the cruelest parts Desperate wishes whispered to the patron saint of foolish hearts Ladies of the corridor find themselves involved disgraced Call the witness to their principles and deprecate the lack of taste [Verse II:] Ophelia the victim never asked to join this wicked threesome Now she's sitting all alone at water's edge upon a tree stump Listening to distant music It's hard to tell is there light within her heart or is it filled with deep despair? As she prepares her sleepless prayer she'll pinch herself to keep aware and quietly she goes insane She wears a pretty dress her feet are bare Hand-picked daisies in her lap Heavy eyes exhausted mind she's ready to begin her nap Freezing water crystal clear Ignore the pain Dismiss the fear She takes a moment for herself then into nature disappears Carved in stone favorited and though preferred When the evil demon's down his frightening voice cannot be heard The opposite is true as well Damned to hell this fear of music Dread of winter Hearts turn phosphorescent soon Seen through aching pains of windows Dead of night and crescent moon Fireworks on Holidays Oregon will have it's bridges to carry loads and take things said and turn them into burning fires Evil doesn't make things dead Diamonds that we feed the oceans Words of honor we rescind I was hanging in a stairwell the day she gave me to the wind

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