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atlas

yeah. uh i was listening to solace and i heard this-this little sample. so i started making this beat so

i don't hear the cretin call

i don't see the curtain fall

i don't leave the dirt at all

i don't leave this grave

i don't turn the page

i don't see my face

i don't know my name

i don't know my name

i don't know i'm a ghost. wait

hold the fuck up for a minute

watch him dig himself up out a grave that he invented

mental state plagued with all these lazy intermissions

coughing up tar

chasing daisies into writtens

into daisy chains sitting where the hazy rain isn't hitting

88' quicker than a lazy day finished

but the name the same ain't it?

pray to stay living

but dream of being dead

get filleted and make dinner

but i guess that not all dreams come true

and all the glitters ain't gold

until you finally get a brick

and see those idioms and idiots dumb too

just like me

another fuckin' dimwit in the path

just another listener who doesn't get it and laughs

so every letter

every scribble and scratch

that he can fit on a pad

like every sentence is a tip of the hat

fuck that

i don't live to see people die

and i hope that i don't live to see my friends pass away

i won't really live it all when the ends pass today

i'll just sit back and say

well shit that was great."