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The Last God

from WWII by Walking Wounded

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I spent a thousand minutes,
Left the hours drifting,
Watch the grass grow I am just a coward listening
Never devour pearls
But yet the power burns
Like I was growin chops still getting my lolipops
Feel like everyone around me keeps 'em ducking cherries
Couple balls flyin' at ya, hit with a sack of berries
You might think we're talkin' dirty really actually fairly
Analytical, the truth I speak is often scary
A big builder of mole hills into bloody mountains
I let it go, a whole palace of frozen water
Don't believe in me now, wait for the slaughter
A pig roast, el pastor, I've been a ghost
Free smoke beathing heavy could levitate
Those who can edjucate themselves, yeah well there's no debate
We will be the only ones far enough to slip the circle
If you get caught up on the inside leave a crushed external

Damn Daniel, what is it with you and these rambles?
You should go and put on some sandals,
This walk it is not for socks
Cause we just made it out to the beach,
And now they wanna feel with their feet
And let the heart take leaps it needs
The sand's soft
We're talkin' bout the boldest move of your life
To set aside all that you're taught right
It's not the other we blame all the time
Take your mask off
And we been going through this shit, like one, two
And on the third it's never for you
We blackened more than we blue
The last god

It's power behind the biggest clunk
Richer than some chocolate chunks
If I date it's double dutch
Or I'm on some two for one
But I speak in tongues like my father's from the sun
And he pulled me out the water like an Inki run
Who's the one running shit?
Like we've done a hundred flips
Stumbling, dizziness
Steers a silly ship, sales don't matter
It's the current streams and people who still believe in their dreams
It's the beast with a snout of steam
Starin' down the barel of a loaded pistol
Brave enough not to blow the whistle, chew the gristle
While sick fucks are harvesting fetus tissue
Always a bigger picture, in front of an even bigger figure
Time to knock it off before I hit too many triggers
Watch the system crash
I don't mean a party when I'm talkin' bout a big bash
You better empty the cash
Sweep away the cookie crumbs
You gon' need a bigger drum before the war is done
Dum dum

We're talkin' bout the boldest move of your life
To set aside all that you're taught right
It's not the other we blame all the time
Take your mask off
And we been going through this shit, like one, two
And on the third it's never for you
We blackened more than we blue
The last god

Cause I've been walking wounded
Eyes droopy and lucid
Think everyone's stupid
Kidnapped and tortured cupid
And then we set 'em on fire

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from WWII, released December 10, 2021

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