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Chocolate Rhame

from Hope? by DRTYUNCL

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One step forward, a fuckin' mile back
I'd react if these feet knew how to interact
But I keep livin' this dim-lit daydream
Scenery from the past displayed on a blank screen
Two steps forward and then I'm going backwards
I'll capture the pleas from my past with last words
I keep livin' this dim-lit daydream
Scenery from the past displayed on a blank screen

Lately, I've been thinkin' too much in a skull I used to trust
Boxes labeled fuck, gift wrapped, I keep 'em locked up
Well what'd you expect, man, I live in the past
I create black holes with a large enough mass
That I can travel right past its gravitational drag
It slows down time, but never reverses the path
Crashed into the future and was labeled a psychopath
Escaped the asylum with a beer in my hand
Now here I am, tryin to revise what I know
If I'd only stayed home away from the black hole
I'd be successful, oblivious to the knowledge I'm an immigrant
Slave wage, vertebrae of an infant
Yet my interest seems to lie in tryin' to disguise
The fact I lie myself into a try
Reliving the glory days, whatever they may be
Fuck it I'll re-exist instead of existing

One step forward, a fuckin' mile back
I'd react if these feet knew how to interact
But I keep livin' this dim-lit daydream
Scenery from the past displayed on a blank screen
Two steps forward and then I'm going backwards
I'll capture the pleas from my past with last words
I keep livin' this dim-lit daydream
Scenery from the past displayed on a blank screen

I've never been very good at this whole truth mess
Fuck it, its life, trust nobody and fake progress
Continue to forget to address the stress and the rest
Of the problems that lie behind your bed rest
Lamp posts and shades all remind me of familiar days
In the past, things made sense and drifted away
I'm a solemn display, a momument to shame
Pay your condolences to all that never stayed the same
Tilt back and let your brain hit memory lane
Drive drunk itself into a ball of flames
Wake up and remember a few parts
Drink until unabashed and return to your car
Take that ride, DWI your insides
And convince yourself that feel as alive
You did when you were a kid, but you know its fake
I got a time machine, let's correct these mistakes

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from Hope?, released November 27, 2012

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