Youngblood Bra** Band - Culture:envy:war lyrics

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Youngblood Bra** Band - Culture:envy:war lyrics

Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your dead k** your poor What are you looking to find here? Absolution, attainment Atonement, justification All priced to move you (Standing like it's action) Bide time with brought rhymes High five to nine for naught Joke with misdirected lies Who the f** aren't you kidding I knew you back in school when there Were less actores to look up to Studying simplicity We still meant the laughter If you could love yourself The way you do them There'd be life after The playwrights lowered their guns There's peace pieces to up again You used to build Mind your pen Remind your pen I'm sick of the video you've Rewound us in The headaches: Still shots taken in sequence Hung over old dreams to dry and Develop moldy cultures Still; All this sun and you're sleeping In the dark room Waiting on a film caked thick within Cleaning stained windowsills Instead of taking panes Out of eyes (I'm out of rhymes) Colourless you hid behind heavy lids Eating surface sh** Somewhere deep you swear Respect exists (Exits upstage right) Tradegy: Indefinitely more down than a kiss The a**umed and the actual Are both a sad performane An audience will answer If you question them correct You don't see the bloody entertainers You're trying to resurrect Not knowing you're looking Is atonement cash or check? Absolved and justified Create an ego to protect Center level center roar Center level center roar Center level center roar Is an army is a form Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your blessings k** your poor Culture envy world over Respect drunk war sober I'll fight for no flag And battle all devices Old men divide soil spoils For us to toil indecisive Over whose music's origins Are righteous or damned Or if one is the same can both be Wrought with your hands We've wroung out all lands and brought Bought life Back to life Only this time we'll go ahead and say the Origins were white Heads in the sand that kept us warm from The rhythms of the night You'd think history Would give fair warning But it doesn't make for good Sales or stories And don't think we're done Stealing the past Or telling it to you second-hand While tipping the hour gla** And tilting our hats One-third C*** Eyed Now dance I remember when the beat moved itself Through sacred trees and ceremonies A hapless hieroglyph soul-branded on the Open spaces of consciousness And we are all con-script scrawled across The middle canvas Draw fast - answer nothing There's no question they've been here Glyph lock pick pockets Patrolling the selling block For cheap/easy targets The dueling heretics of a new religion Doodling d**h wish on a Fluttery paper soul Draw fast Black canvas impervious To shades' shame Paint the world lovely With indecipherable song Plant the flag of the insane In land unsold Forego the envious and warring To play the unknown What is culture but the gift of dream What is life but to sing Sleep unseen Center level center roar Center level center roar Center level center roar In an end many more Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your dead k** your poor By now you should've died twice We're not communicating One line at a time or A version of a dying woman On my doorstep Fading fast the second time around What's inside these sounds you mouth Did you hear the call From across the ages The sea takes us back too quickly And I'm far from grounded Now's the time to sail Before the last tree falls I'm seeing my mentors sage-less Casting outside their realm Ex-spelling P. G. Concepts To conjure self I'm seeing priests Prostrate to prophecy Praying in the wrong room Count your blessings And sell the difference I'm seeing indifferent sould In different cells Spilling blood like wine Just to know they've been here Hold your pitcher k** your pour Try to clip these wings Still we soar Frantically flapping the faces Of (not) our kids Heading south to sea too soon to say 'Stay - I've seen' Nothing but envy for the green War for the greed Innumerable dead blessings And your poor peaceful resting Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Culture envy culture war Count your blessings k** your poor

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