Antimc - The Music lyrics

The music Is walking Around us The music Is walking Around us Around us We hear What you say But we don't want to hear We hear What you say But we don't want to hear But we don't want you here Breaking all the rules Breaking all the stools So there will be nowhere to sit Standing room only You could keep my company but you can never own me You don't stand a chance If you can't stand to dance ‘Cuz your rhythm is broken But my rhythm is spoken Yet your pockets are full of tokens But the game is over ‘Cuz your game is lame ‘Cuz your score is low When you're high And even worse when you're sober Helps to be taught that your melting pot needs a slow stir Like oil and water But I got her by the image She smelled like lotion that was scented I gave her a potion Something that I invented And I never intended for a copyright And I never admitted that you were wrong and I was probably right And it oughta be light By the time the night is dead Peace to all the mortals that but the bullet when their life was stolen when they took the lead For that metal to that chest And then they settled at that desk And I'm a rebel and not less ‘Cuz I choose to peddle my art around the atlas Using my cactus when I'm out of ink and out of ends Hanging pictures like the wall suspends Down your sink Down your drain Found your brain underground With a plunger found right next to it Add some text to it Add some facts Ask your dad for the keys and plan to never give them back Went over and pushed the lever For a lever is like a tack I like to mack But instead of running it I ran you over with it That was your four-leaf clover minute But your luck has gone away Like the prom today But your hard corsage has been dipped In a tangy sauce of fromage And a punch across your face that stained your chin Aiming to the target and releasing all my wares Going to the market and decreasing all my funds Walking on the carpet while I'm talking on the phone Hopping on the freeway just to stay away from home Putting crap on layaway for the Christmas yet to come Outnumbered by a dreadful threat so I chose to run Numbers in this world and even zero stands for none Victims in the present are just heroes yet to come Coordinated by this rhythm never give them all thumbs Keep my fingers crossed ‘cuz bad luck is available Keep my padlock locked ‘cuz of equipment in the house Staying optimistic when I witness all the doubt I doubted that your lack of fitness would get you off the couch So I shot you with a time-bomb that I carry in a pouch Keep my posture upright but when I'm tired I tend to slouch