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The French Fries Cry
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Lyrics: “The French Fries Cry”.
From [The} Quantum by Y-BOT, 2019.
Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher.
:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018.
Holding onto precious memories some people stuff their pets.
Subject of their affection kept upright with no puffin' chest.
Others put the past to death, in a way that's as harsh as it gets.
They let themselves by martyred for the sake of others like suffragettes.
He tells you how He sees the future, and how it's ‘gonna go.
Events are lined up to drop with one push like dominoes.
One Geronimo making that leap of faith is all that's needed, to be seen, to be able, of replicating that call.
But when all is.
Eventually.
Said and done.
Would we even know.
When the ending comes.
We trip over our own shoelaces.
Spoon racing.
For new places.
Egg on the face, while the suitcase is, over-packed.
One way ticket.
No going back.
But you're stuck now on frozen tracks.
Caught in a spin throw caution to the wind.
Doors off the hinges storm will not end.
‘Til all pieces on the board are binned.
And the floor is torn up once again.
Hunted men ‘tryna cover tracks.
Once they left they ‘ain't coming back.
No contacts kept for the sake of others.
Any trace found and they will suffer.
Taking cover under an alias.
Smuggled out on container ships.
Air supply is ‘gettin dangerous.
Even so, can't show the face a bit.
DNA footprint game of chase begins.
No prisoners taken, play to win.
Better hush down, walls are paper thin.
Under aim when they claim you king.
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Lyrics: “Don’t Walk On My Schnitzel”.
From the [The] Quantum by Y-BOT, 2019.
Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher.
:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018.
Yesterday's hesitations disappear like sand.
From a bag when it's snagged by your weary hand.
Hold it out.
And then you'll see.
Take a card.
It's your destiny.
Is it on the river washed up when you thought you'd drown.
Brazen bluff sudden luck no one caught you out.
Fooled the house do you quit while you're still ahead.
Or Test your mortality With yet another killer bet.
Life's challenges can go without your mind detecting.
Tricks up the sleeve, they pretend to sneeze but you find them checking.
The hand that you kept concealed but they revealed their true intentions.
So you let them win the round, their overconfidence used as a weapon.
They might have all the pieces in place.
As they cheat in this game.
But you see through the charade.
Read the behavior, speaks more loudly than the speeches they make,
the dealer's on the take.
You clocked the trouble ahead.
You stop it, "I'll shuffle the deck".
You spot cards under the threads.
Of other cards smuggled for bets,
To increase the chance of a good hand.
All along you understood the plan.
So you throw the Pack on the table.
Show them that they actually failed.
Feel what's inside the split in the edge, I flipped it.
You should've quit when ahead.
Burning bridges while burning witches.
Worship pictures of worthless bitches.
Curtain twitches, who cursed the witness?
Burning bridges while burning witches.
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Traps
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Lyrics: “Traps”.
From the [The] Quantum by Y-BOT, 2019.
Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher.
:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018.
On a treadmill chasing that bag of cheese.
Keep the pace up, powering the factories.
Out of reach but you see it's there for you.
You increase the speed, but there's always more to do.
Causing you to be worn-through you're sweat-drenched.
And kept at length forever the cycle's endless.
Your senses are fried but you won't quit.
Deeper and deeper, you dig your own pit.
Catch sight of the tunnel's exit.
But the light was what the puddle reflected.
The whole time, the beam was above your head.
The next light is another hundred steps.
Traps trap, traps for the rats.
They snap, snap, they snap when they're tapped.
So stand back and plan the attack.
Or that's that, you're flat in your back.
What?
Speak up!
I can't hear you.
I can't hear you ‘til you're out of the window.
I can't hear you ‘til you're out of the window.
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Off With A Head
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Lyrics: “Off With A Head”.
From the [The] Quantum by Y-BOT, 2019.
Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher.
:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018.
Sharpened now you're raising the blade.
The enemies gone laid ‘em to waste.
The Message is sent, raven's away.
Guillotine drops take off the face.
Invading space claiming the place.
Make ‘em pay traitors are slayed.
Captured on stakes set ablaze.
All papers erased.
Pursuing tracks left in the snow.
Booby traps ready to explode.
You move for that treasure and gold.
No human can ever let it go.
Quickly retreat victims of victories will grieve, flee the scene, keep ‘em sweet or be 6 feet deep.
Men become monsters, pretending there's honour, enter the slumber.
Lit the canon to smash in the building.
Civilians flip like salmon you catch when fishing.
Nothin’ pretty the damage's revealing.
Collateral are ravaged but ain't captured no villains.
Mass hypnotism as actors enact fiction.
Rats chew the rotting, victims of cannibalism, that's a given.
Sent in to conquer, enter the slumber, sensing the hunger.
Don't fret, ‘ya sticking thru the twist, ‘cos if u chase the sun you'll get burnt like Icarus.
No sweat, we kill ‘em with a slit, when the scimitar swings the crimson river drips.
Foes are dead, they're littering the bridge, pity they didn't switch but they lived as chicken shits.
Rigger mortis sets in the corpses' fingers that point in all directions, no questions.
Chopped flesh.
Off with the head, crushed to death, lost the respect, blood is shed run from the mess, chopping flesh,
Stuck in the net.
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