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P.A.F.F. pres. KSP Lyrics

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
The consequences of your ignorance are slowly destroying you

This is the sound of what you don't need still true
Even though you don't want it, you still recognize its truth

This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
Despite your resistance, you cannot escape its presence within you

Never again
I refuse to let this happen again

When a live wire lights little metal rail right
When a dangerous situation becomes evident and threatening

When a marvel of engineering steered me clear into the plight
The brilliance of a well-designed solution helped me avoid a difficult situation

Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night
In the early morning hours, before shops start their day, amidst darkness

Before the paper's delivered, I sat on the corner and sparked a light
In the calm before the chaos, I took a moment for reflection and ignited a flame

The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first
The familiar spot where I observed and entered the neighborhood

At almost 5 O'clock watching for sun spots or store clerks
Being vigilant, on the lookout for signs of danger or signs of life

Alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot
A secluded place, as if the surroundings had forgotten the usual hustle and bustle

As if the grid had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock
A feeling like time had been disrupted, resulting in a loss of synchronization

Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half-minute
The entrance step remained trapped in a previous moment, frozen in time

And I sat in it
I found myself sitting there

With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half minted
Smoking a partially consumed cigarette, the taste lingering

And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush
I felt valuable and fortunate, like a significant sum possessed by a reckless gambler

At a Wondershowzen flow with the droids of destructo luck
In a state of chaotic luck, similar to the surreal scenarios in a Wondershowzen episode

Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed, the maroonest coloring
Escaping from trouble once more, the sky displayed a deep maroon hue

Layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived
Contrasted with the blue tone of the sky where thunder resided

Here I was directly under it like some dejected little gray
Feeling small and disheartened, directly beneath the storm's wrath

And they told to stay and wait for the mothership
Instructions to remain and anticipate a significant event or change

A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison
Feeling insignificant and trapped amidst chaos and confusion

With a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits
A persistent thought that frequently came to mind, visiting like a prison conjugal visit

And fucked its way into my gray matter, the tattered territory
Penetrating and occupying my mind, damaging the already worn landscape

Stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me
Continued to persistently argue and pester until it required me to vocalize it

And I tried to hold the thing back, but the meditation was otherly
I attempted to suppress the thought, but the state of my mind made it difficult

Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling
Obsessed with a friend's statement and connecting it to my own challenges

Metropoloid void so damn smothering
The overbearing emptiness of the city weighed heavily on me

But we were children of Poisenville
Despite the suffocating environment, we were products of our hometown

And saw the seduction less repugnant
Perceiving the allure of the city as less disgusting

And reserved the right as the triggerman
Claiming the authority to make decisions and take action

With the backup plan of self-destruction
Having a secondary strategy of harming oneself

And I touched the type of chemicals
I experimented with substances

That could pull me towards that function
That had the potential to lead me down a destructive path

It's the stuff I find hard for discussion
These are the topics I struggle to talk about

How the fuck do you explain
How can you possibly describe

Your own self-destruction
The process of ruining oneself

And still remain trusted?
And yet, expect others to continue trusting you?

To answer the question, yes, the city wants you gone
In response to the question, it is true that the city desires your departure

And that's the only thing connecting us
Our shared experience of the city is the sole connection between us

But the connection is so strong
Nevertheless, the bond is incredibly powerful

So how dare you assume that I'll sleep when you're dead
How can you audaciously presume that I will find peace when you are no longer alive?

This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior
Your actions are completely unacceptable and inappropriate

I will not give you the go ahead
I refuse to grant you permission

And you will not be remembered fondly
You will not be memorialized with affection or admiration

I'm throwing down the gauntlet
I am issuing a direct challenge

Fuck you, this isn't your decision
I reject your authority, this decision is not yours to make

And for all the holy fuck I give
Despite the degree of attention and care I invest

Your little spectacle is ended
Your insignificant display or performance has come to an end

But don't think for just one second
However, do not for even a brief moment

You've honored your obligations to me
Believe that you have fulfilled your responsibilities towards me

I'm serious, look in my eyes
I am deeply earnest, gaze into my eyes and understand

I don't find this funny or whatever you imagine poetry
I do not perceive humor in this situation or see it as a form of poetic expression

And justice feels like when you combine them
The concept of justice is experienced when these elements come together

I am not going to allow this on my watch buddy
I will not permit this to occur under my watchful eye, my friend

Nobody's impressed with your imagined sacrifice
No one is impressed by your delusional belief in your sacrifices

Device or insurmountable regret
Whether intentional or regrettable actions

You are not uniquely pained
You are not the only one suffering

And if you go, we won't be sorry
And if you choose to leave, we will not feel remorse

And who the hell are you to put me through
And who do you think you are to subject me to

The banality of watching this
The tediousness of observing this

'Cause many better men have gone
Because many more impressive individuals have departed

For clearly better reasons
For reasons that are undoubtedly more significant

And I starkly must remind you
I must emphatically remind you

That you have not even been trying
That you have not made any genuine efforts

And that's the only thing
And that is the only aspect

Remarkable about you
That is notable or exceptional about you

Stop me if I'm lying
Feel free to challenge me if I am being dishonest

We are always outnumbered but we were never out militia'd
We are constantly in the minority, but we always resist against dominance

There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
Criminals are deprived of dignity, and the wicked have no governing authority

In this town if you make a sound
In this community, if you make any noise

You're the leper with the most fingers
You are the outcast, the one who stands out despite blending in

The league of extraordinary nobodies
A group of ordinary individuals who are extraordinary in their insignificance

The other teams bringing in ringers
Other groups have superior reinforcements or players

No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones
No trust in the larger population, no optimism for the powerless

Sally pulled a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss
Sally retrieved a handgun, Billy armed himself with a large, old-fashioned firearm

So what the fuck are you feeling
So what exactly are you experiencing

That makes your struggle so wondrous?
What makes your fight so remarkable or extraordinary?

Enough to arrogantly pull
Sufficiently confident to forcibly remove

What's left of the rug out from under us?
The little remaining support or stability we had

I think not, you're in the same barrel
I believe not, you're in the same difficult situation

All us other crabs are caught
The rest of us are also trapped or struggling

And if I have to live, you have to live
If I must endure, you must also endure

Whether you like this shit or not
Regardless of whether you find it agreeable or not

Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of
Intended for those sinking or struggling, acknowledging the honorable but futile nature

The desperate friends forced to watch
The friends who are compelled to witness

And to my good friends who refused
And to my loyal friends who rejected

To allow it to happen to me
To permit my downfall or suffering

You know who you are
You are aware of your own identity

You know what I'm talking about
You understand the subject of my conversation

Believe me, man, I promise
Trust me, my friend, I give you my word

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
I will never allow myself to return to that state