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Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered at Good People Studios in Denton, TX.
lyrics
Second time up, eyes practically bawling.
She said sometimes I get the feeling I'm falling.
Catch me if it happens to be real, 'cause I'm hardly
In a position to keep the two of us out of harms way.
Charms say survival shouldn't be nearly this difficult or dangerous,
But every body wants to be famous.
Give me that pain, that "give me that back, immediately"
If not, these hands Rock Biter, expediently.
Does it matter if they didn't see it happen?
And when you tell 'em the story, will They be happy?
Is it important that you can remember every detail concerning
What happened after?
No no, forget what you know to be true.
This'll be the last time you decide to use me as an avenue to abuse you,
And all that it entails from the jump.
It's a boot loop with proof provided to name you the cause of withdrawls And Nightcalls.
Bask in the bastard glow of light,
Reflected from source to site.
You're too content with finding alike content
Over which to build your convent.
Connect for real, don't just click, reach out and feel.
'Cause when then just click up, it's honestly real.
No need for mass appeal.
From Sign to Seal. From souls to Guns, Germs, and Steel.
A Diamond in the rough in the center of the shield I wield
While willing my wheels thru fields.
Gather no moss, carry no steal.
Does it matter if they didn't see it happen?
And when you tell 'em the story will They be happy?
Is it important that you can remember every detail concerning
What happened after?
Dammit I could really use a good night's sleep,
But I feel I couldn't find it if I laid understood at the foot of Morpheus' Bed
With Orpheus heads circling my Circadian rhythm
At the pace of a dance with numerous riddles.
It's like a jungle sometimes,
It makes me wonder how I keep from going
Mighty Joe Young on a motherfucker.
Call him Chan, side kick was a black Tucker.
But he don't ever untuck he prefers hands up like a man is supposed To.
Don't you know you I am?
No, and I really don't hope to.
Then he started talking 'bout dope.
Dude pulled out a rock and approached.
Only to be groped by the notion that I knew what he had just find out.
The presence of the Po'.
The Ravens and the Vultures went to war that night.
I can't recall who won,
I ain't leave with shit but my own life, undone.
Does it matter if they didn't see it happen?
And when you tell 'em the story will They be happy?
Is it important that you can remember every detail concerning
What happened after?
Does it matter if they didn't see it happen?
And when you tell 'em the story will They be happy?
Is it important that you can remember every detail concerning
What happened after?
Does it matter?
Will They be happy?
Is it important?
What happened after?
credits
from Post Apocalyptic Stress Syndrome,
released December 5, 2013
Composed by Amir Matthew Westmoreland and MR Wheat. Lyrics by Adonias "A.D." Wondwessen.
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