SPARTAN Lyrics

laughing stock of the white man tells the moon

that he don’t like her tone of blue

yet he don’t recall the real name of the sun

and still thinks misogyny is a three line joke that he don’t use

it’s a ruse

hoodwinked, don’t you think this awful stink is surely proof we’re already extinct

now he threatens every Jake , George and sally

talking bare maca fam you don’t know that just what i know and what i know don’t you know is who i know

Whiskey charmer and addict, pale skin that can’t hack it

dismiss him as rabbid, ignoring the damage

with leanings as savage, delegating the classes

You don’t see billboards in middle class parts of town

gosh, golly rick can’t you take a joke?

Slick tricks and dry lips, steel tips, a proper bloke

won’t be blamed, won'’t be shamed, what’s in a name

life’s a game, dry martini’s sun kissed in Spain

change the channel, we can’t see

pitififul parasite poisons the people despite every prayer said inside every steeple

insruging this deep hole, a simmering evil

It resides in our spines and in four empty cans

my apathys part me of turning to travesty

my clarity sharpening, yet losing my sanity

these words that i live are the same that i preach

and when you degrade me, i build up piece by peace

i will imitate and desolate,

i will immolate and desecrate

This ficiton that still conjugates

pour acid on the down, i’m a phoenix again

Negating the status, forgetting the places

recalling my name andf finding someone

love my body love my knees

love me under shaded tree

kiss my neck and then my wrists

do it wi poison on your lips

kill me or bruise me, seein right through me

made in grey about the way my brain works

you can sculpt me or scald me, jade m or hold me

I’m fragility of on granite painted black

berate me or hate me

cripple or negate me

i still don’t see the point in the wasting of your breath

i mean come on mate, take that frown of your thumbs

can be be bothered that much just to hate?

that’s sound enough lad, aye

it’s your space, vibe and it’s your life

and if hating me helps get those mega deltoids then on yersel son,

i’m just gleeing to be worth the thought

for once it’s the question and not the suggestion

so that’s it really, a thousand questions burning and burdening,

boiling down to the insurgency of this one:

My fragility is strength

we are delicate as stone x

tell me why

tell me why

tell me tell me why

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