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Tomorrow Will Be Worse
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It always feels like a Sunday night
I say tomorrow will be worse and I'm always right
But always wipe the paint on, black stripes, game face on
Man down, then man on ice, like a caveman
I'm saying y'all's ways are frightening, confusing
Society trying me, for its amusement
To get a rise from me like sea levels
I saw riot police then watched mono synth demos
Could be all, curtains torn, saints raised, empty graves
But all I'm trying to hear is pulse width modulation
On Sonic State with Nick Batt showing the envelopes
Attack, decay, sender, recipient, postal code
Multi mode filters, got records I pilfered
To peruse for bits to use and abuse like pain killers
Straight spilling out the vile like piss out the bottle
Package out for delivery, a picture of the drop, yo
Waste not, want not, the gods are fickle
Could meet ock with the sickle when some guy decides he's Travis Bickle
Licking off shots from the pistol
They'll mispronounce your name when it's read in the official
Statement, try to make it make sense, why would it?
Look, the universe is cold, it don't care what you put in
For the record, think for a second
The ancestors weren't enslaved just cause they didn't learn about manifesting
If all I had to do was visualize it, that man would have died
In a fiery explosion over the cold night sky
I closed my eyes with so much intention
Then saw him on stage with Van Jones in a space suit and a Stetson
Good night, tomorrow will be worse
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It always feels like a Sunday night
I say tomorrow will be worse and I'm always right
But always wipe the paint on, black stripes, game face on
Man down, then man on ice, like a caveman
I'm saying y'all's ways are frightening, confusing
Society trying me, for its amusement
To get a rise from me like sea levels
I saw riot police then watched mono synth demos
Could be all, curtains torn, saints raised, empty graves
But all I'm trying to hear is pulse width modulation
On Sonic State with Nick Batt showing the envelopes
Attack, decay, sender, recipient, postal code
Multi mode filters, got records I pilfered
To peruse for bits to use and abuse like pain killers
Straight spilling out the vile like piss out the bottle
Package out for delivery, a picture of the drop, yo
Waste not, want not, the gods are fickle
Could meet ock with the sickle when some guy decides he's Travis Bickle
Licking off shots from the pistol
They'll mispronounce your name when it's read in the official
Statement, try to make it make sense, why would it?
Look, the universe is cold, it don't care what you put in
For the record, think for a second
The ancestors weren't enslaved just cause they didn't learn about manifesting
If all I had to do was visualize it, that man would have died
In a fiery explosion over the cold night sky
I closed my eyes with so much intention
Then saw him on stage with Van Jones in a space suit and a Stetson
Good night, tomorrow will be worse
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