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Non-objective Portrait Of Karma Lyrics - Singles - Circle Takes The Square

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention 

and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection' 

but the more I turn my face from the crowd 

the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled 

for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself, 

a knife of relief, from all the petty insight 

and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night. 

Bored as fuck on this street corner-cover. 

study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game 

surveilence of this language as the plague. 

the dimension of persistence condemns. 

This portrait of karma, crafted in accident 

text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts 

and so we ran, like the wolves were biting, 

the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming 

"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours" 

so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks 

but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own. 

just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you. 

but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code, 

weary of this hallway lined with ghosts. 

just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in 

their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw 

just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them 

parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist 

that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands. 

The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress 

deductively speaking, the polar of progress 

well maybe I put too much faith in the accident 

entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape 

let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones, 

let them all feast. light as a feather, stand back let the starving ghosts feast In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose. 

Are you remember?

Hearses

Artist: Smoke Dza