The Walker - Pa**ionless lyrics

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The Walker - Pa**ionless lyrics

[Intro] All the lonely people Where do they all come from All the lonely people Where do they all belong Ah, look at all the lonely people [Verse 1: XELVMAR] Sedentary in the hysteria Carrying Hail Mary acid rain upon the fairy's dust Iron gun (lungs) vector aimed at paranoia undone excellent Military in hand but hesitation has the presidency I'm coming for your nightmares and your residency Blessed be he who weaves his own snippet of DNA into his dreamcatcher Last pa** catch up Remember to wipe the ash pa**ed off the crash set up Dumb luck Apathy capacity of dump trucks With genocide comparison of size And two eyes blind My guts stuck Between the cracks in my ribs and the hole in the wall I would have burned Babylon if I knew stone coulda fall Anchors I'm pulling them all by the throats Shipwreck set free by the same waves that damned it and threw the sand in the moat I'll boat across the dessert with my scripture and a scepter I've been unplugged from the wall since the earth's been off it's center There was a lever and I snapped it Took the better half reaction nabbed it in my satchel for metallic axles in my circuitry But the burn in me is turning to a hurting So shred my will and bury me alluring [Hook] Welcome my son, welcome to the machine People be hounding, always surrounding Pulsing, just like a migraine pounding Where have you been? That's all right, we know where you've been They say "They never really miss you till you dead or you gone" So on that note, I'm leaving after the song You've been in the pipeline, filling in time Provided with toys and scouting for boys You brought a guitar to punish your ma You didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be asking, "Yo where did all the pa**ion go?" Welcome to the machine [Walker] You can make a machine You can make an automatic matter of fact way off seeing Green matter Money to burn Funny to earn so much but lose touch And yearn for a cut Of profit often mistaken as such Shaking In latent heat Exhausting a crutch, but still crippled Broken body I decide to die and not be gone to godly Ghosts Got me most of tragedy hosted Dose too great for those small I stand tall All we know is what we know when we fall I'm all done, all run out All my guns gone, but the hunt goes on There's no dawn

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