ThiefofBaghdad - The Boiler Room lyrics

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ThiefofBaghdad - The Boiler Room lyrics

Sittin' in the Boiler Room amongst cobwebs and heat Do the varmints in the wall like the beat? Scurry left to right- I can hear them while they walk Nibble and bite at the wires- they admire how I talk My sight split The pipes drip onto the concrete Following the mellow streams, hollow as a zombie Shallow castaway, feel the flow of the blood Dirt coagulates, sink my toes into the mud It's fun when you between the time zones With rhythm and rhyme tones Similar Brothers Grimm and divine poems When I go to the outside world I feel my eyes go to fully refined side notes I devise my own arrival With the stealth of a Thief, I feel the feet beat above me The crickets dig the melody, they're tellin' me it's lovely And something inside sparks like steel and flint I feel it when I really begin dealing with life between real and pretend Extend a hand from out my cage- the barbed wire is cold It tears the pruney skin, the ruby red liquid exposed It flows to the beat of life that Thief and me provide I need a plate of food for soul and I'll remain insane inside And I can tell you now as data travels intercontinental through foil tubes We do this for a divine and royal few Who dig the swell messages dwelling within the interstellar stew Independently produced within this Boiler Room It's the Boiler Room As the pen strokes move freely- Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdad The eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movement So put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and minds Listen I mean, really listen This is the Boiler Room Walk lost Pace around an open concept The air is damp, the lung is strong My song- it isn't sung yet I promise, when it is, you will know All of you will Recognize the real inside the Boiler Room atop the hill And when the sun rains on the ma** of land And the master grabs the man I plan to live forever, beneath the gra** and sand And when the day comes for the next big thing to finally find control They'll dig beneath the Boiler Room- My story will be told

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