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lirik lagu open season – perennial

(verse 1)
i coated an exonerated armistice of bliss, with
slick limerick gimmicks that won’t produce happiness
throw up a truce of tragic sense, and past tense, latency
bating the ramifications of grave slave laboring

saving the grainy mangy things with crippled wings and broken dreams
to paint the fainting dame straining to bang for fame and bling
never ending severance of feather plucking damsels
i thought i dumped you in the river with a brick tied to your pigtails

never offered for resale, but back stocked the lot of em’
and traded the sawed off shotty for some sloppy fun
looting marrow he sung, then she hung the deacon
who’s self inflicted bleeding gave no reason for treason

so leave the meat hung, in the window sill to season
with maggots so the dead shepherd can eat when he comes
and fill his clean mug, with repugnant sludge
and redundant brother love knit so tight you can’t budge

(chorus)
to escape the vacant open season of keen bulimics
i came to reason with the meanest and defeat the genus
of copious overlording fontleroy dragnets
with cavernous precepts seeded with over confidence

heathens who’s dominance often makes me vomit
and leaves me dumbfounded that they can even talk at all but
i was taken to the future and shown the world of
perfection without halfwits and labor day hurdles, cuz

(verse 2)
i am the patriarch of pagan demi god heads
that claimed no authority but demanded great providence
and left when lawlessness was overrunning consciousness
and then hence came the second coming of ungodliness

where rotting menace base heads traced their names in
monolithic ruins writing over knowledge they left
so they dug us cradle graves and, defaced our race with
plagues made for stable naves slaving to chase a fifth

then suddenly we became fit, to bear the name human
through true sips of pure porridge then more anch-r-d fluid
and more deities tuned in, then threw mana to druids
and sent kids with new deoxyribonucleic-acids

banishing the last of the bad apples and fallen flaccids
and at last the mask lifts for all to see who’s the baddest
atlantis rises from ashes to uplift the radest
and en gratis the b-st-rds are judged before the enigmatics

(verse 3)
i took a trip to baghdad, ate some bacon the pagans had
then king solomon locked me in a dungeon cuz you know he mad
then f-cked all 700 wives and jesus said oh he bad
and jammed the new testament up his -ss cuz now he the fad

but after all the radical -ss backwards lectures
i beg the pleasure of a last word lest i be put to rest sir
could all the gibber jabber and laughable half baked measures
be less of god but more of man’s interpretation and conjecture?

a simple answer cannot suffice teacher or learner
the complexity is impossible to not vex you further
it’s a conundrum that doesn’t summon truth or reason
until you let it go and know that death is the only way you’ll reach it

and many will beseech you to keep reaching for the answer
but the only way to know is to close the book on this chapter
and no fear of rapture should drive a stake through your gut
cuz you’re a t-tan, a bright light in the fight to wake up

- perennial

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