John Tatlock - Splint lyrics

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John Tatlock - Splint lyrics

Simple syllables, supple symbolic imagery Stinted cymbal hits serving straight upright efficiency Single instrument, subtle solidarity Support sufficient lack of standard rap mentality But it's scary to me. Take one, dupe it to three In your diseased group of bees ingesting anti freeze Because the human ear can't hear the weary pleas Stuck hearing the, “oh please.” Oh please, not me. I'm just another crease Give me a stinger, I'll settle down for the feast Settle down in the streets, consolation disease You'll do fine just as long as you don't bleed Don't bleed, don't plead, be free No deed could need this much physical energy Kinetic centerpiece, static electricity Masked behind the similes, pushed to intricacy Pushed into the breeze, tunnel blows 90 degrees Seconds blow thousands of feet, resettle the east Then we can feast, so you can drop The bricks and processed pollen, please Sometimes you just can't get out all you want to say So you leave it up to the mind of the listener to take away Hoping that something emerges similar to those thoughts With an element intertwined of something that's clearly not You bought your way into this You chose to curl those fingers into a fist You caught the weight of your disc And so you're searching for the empty space now that your bones miss I was taught in projective geometrics That a parallel will meet only viewed in certain perspective And if seeing is believing you're closing the doors of thought And leaving the one's misleading to teach you what to be taught No, this is not an ode of sorrow or pain Not a sappy regret note looking to blame Not a melancholy melody written to be played While you're gazing out the window pane watching the rain stain No, this the gain No, this the vein Of a brain a**ociated creating a tame fang That only appears a threat when taken out of the frame No, this is the game That tears emotions apart and rearranges your sayings Rearrange your brain and refurnish over the stains Now re-coat that frame and re-contaminate those fangs Chorus Simple syllables, supple symbolic imagery Stinted cymbal hits serving straight upright efficiency Single instrument, subtle solidarity Support sufficient lack of standard rap mentality