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(Intro):
Ay.
(Verse 1):
Love and hate is just the same.
Even when I feel fucking great, I'm stuffed with rage.
I'm like the Devil's puppet; slave. Nothing's strange.
I don't want a hug today. I'm numb and dazed.
Don't be affectionate. I can't reciprocate.
Trying it gets me angry when I'm in this state.
I'd eat your heart off a dinner-plate
like I was given steak. Why are you twisting fate?
Cut-throat to the max.
"Don't give a fuck"-mode to the utmost in a flash.
I want to be alone and relax
because if I don't, you'll for once know how the emotions
in one's soul can detach.
they've been quite unknown. I don't want those.
Xanax crumbs from the nose.
I could show you my thoughts with a snub, though. (Push me)
I'm on the edge and can't wait to jump off of it.
This place is a coffin.
I'm buried six-feet and still wasting my oxygen,
screaming at you 'cause you've made this the farthest from...
copeable. Shut the fuck up and close your mouth. I'll sow it, too.
You're culpible. I'll tattoo it so when I go, the truth is so noticeable.
I know what to do. Life is garbage. Don't hold me to it. What's left don't matter.
Happily Ever After in this mess is rather funny. I can't dead the laughter.
(Hook):
Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. Everything's so fucking vile.
Wow. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. None of this is worth the while.
Ay. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
Ay. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
Wow. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. Everything's so fucking vile.
(Verse 2):
I'm Ken Kaneki; Root A. Rotten and two faced.
Smock with a few blood-drops from these two blades.
Humans are similar in nature.
Try to survive when I lift the murder-rate.
Were you itching for a savior? I need the right mask
and the eye patch. I'm sinister and way worse.
It's like I rose up out of the grave.
Lazarus. Man, I'm that wicked. You imagined it? Naw.
Before the pandemic, I was hazardous.
Look at my face and they're maggots crawling from half of it.
Back up because I'm bad luck and I'm a savage.
I can't look up at the Sun. Guess I gotta' blacken it.
Ravenous little bastard that's full of malice.
Every song's got a demon hidden in the back of it.
How could you fathom all the bad shit that I practice?
My abdomen's like a black pit. You can hear the laughin'.
(Hook):
Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. Everything's so fucking vile.
Wow. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. None of this is worth the while.
Ay. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
Ay. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
Wow. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. Everything's so fucking vile.
(Outro):
Ay. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
Ay. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
Yeah. Joker Smile, Joker Smile.
I can't exist in denial. Everything's so fucking vile.
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(Bridge / Intro):
I'm the Magic #1. I must be T-MAC.
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed.
Goin' O.D.
Goin' O.D.
(Verse 1):
I can't be humble 'cause I earned this.
Learning to survive inside the jungle's got me earnest
that not many people equal what I'm worth.
If I die before my next birthday, ha: that 27 Club
would then be perfect, but bigger fish to fry await me.
I get sick and tired of waiting, but I'm living anyway.
I'll be a sight to see they'll try to recreate
like when they make you sit inside a seat for paintings.
Pages from magazines bolted on the wall,
to portraits in some rich designer's place,
'til I hit a higher space, and my sculpture's in the water.
The Modern Christ of the Abyss
with neon-lights that beam against it.
Upside-Down Black Cross in the marble.
I can be offensive, but oh well.
The legacy must be in stone.
I won't be satisfied until I'm deified as the people chose.
(Pre-Chorus):
Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso...
That's a declaration, not a joke.
My cave has no shadow of a doubt
being held by this man like Plato's.
Leave me alone when I say so.
(Chorus 1):
I'm carving away because Art is a process.
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all.
(Hook):
I'm the Magic #1. I must be T-MAC.
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed.
Goin' O.D. "Take a chill-pill and relax."
If I go overboard, we all sink.
I'm goin' O.D. (x2)
(Chorus 2):
I'm carving away because Art is a process.
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all.
I'm sculpting away to unveil my truest face.
My body is cosmic. I'm made of fire.
(Sadistik):
I’m made of fire, skin like a razor wire
Same attire everyday, stay in tired everyday
If sin is just a state of mind I use it to my benefit
Center of a vacant life they grew up in a television
Still I shine like light-house
I blind from my mouth
It binds to quiet down
Fault lines so seismic
A mind that mines doubt
They die when I prowl
Take flight and find out
Put pen to paper for the pent up anchors
Rising like its Kenneth anger
finding my own bed to lay in
Metal fingers prying on my mental state
Inside is only ventilators
Eminence is all I ever emanate, okay
If they lead astray, they get lead & strays
I can press the weight, I’ve been set aflame inside torrential rains
A brain that I ingest like Kuru, unimpressed if you do it
With pins inside my chest from voodoo, left beneath a blue moon
I’ll be fine
(Verse 3):
I fight for individuality.
Was quite a cynic 'til that flashing beam.
Dismissed the might within, but magically
found that I could mold just like some gold that's under massive heat.
I'm way too clean and turned straight into that new being,
who didn't wash away sins. Imperfection's a fashion-piece.
My necklace is black rubies. I resemble a mannequin
with the anarchist symbol stretching from hat to feet.
That's a sculpture of our culture.
I'M the Sculpture of our culture.
Rebellion's romantic. Buy me a tech and a hatchet.
I'll be impressed and ecstatic. You go get dressed and we're dashin'...
Kiss your neck and your back, and rub my razor on your skin;
lick the blood. Plenty thugs feel shame, but I'm a Lord full of Passion.
Let's take over the globe,
rearrange all the old and control that they hold.
We are freaks and they can't toe-to-toe with us, though.
I have broken my pose.
The real me's something very low in temp; icy, cold, and I'm froze.
Analogous to props in windows for some clothes.
Everything is skin-tight.
Historic, meaningless idols are always in sight.
I remain standing still and observe.
It introduces chills to my nerves.
I'm a fly on the wall. What they spill is absurd.
I'm highly and appalled, and don't feel what I've heard.
Legends are invisible Outcasts.
In 3000 years, every "myth" will be found "fact".
(Hook):
I'm the Magic #1. I must be T-MAC.
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed.
Goin' O.D. "Take a chill-pill and relax."
If I go overboard, we all sink.
I'm goin' O.D. (x2)
(Pre-Chorus 2 / Outro):
Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso...
That's a declaration, not a joke.
My cave has no shadow of a doubt.
No shadow of a doubt.
No shadow of a doubt.
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