Testo Antithesy - Tsychē
Testo della canzone Antithesy (Tsychē), tratta dall'album Antithesy
How could you reprimand me
For something that I couldn't even see
How could you reprimand me
Now it's you, now it's me
I done beat the beast and treat defeat like it's a meet-n-greet
I hold a treat, atop the peak
I told it sit, it took a seat
Simple is as simple does, that pencil now where the stencil was
The rough draft is crucial if the blueprint sucks your future does
Every master, every craft, will laugh at what the pupil does
The difference 'tween the master and the bastard is the truth and love
Don't confuse the two, the fool will use the truth to judge
But wisdom guides the master's hand, to join me and you to us
Us, you to us
To join me and you to us
And I cannot apologize for speaking the deeper truth too much
I get it though, the fluid thoughts produced reduce you fools to dust
Reduce, reduce you fools to dust
Fools to dust
Fools to dust
I break away to meditate and elevate with everyone
From vagabonds to valley blondes, back alley cons, a group of nuns
Connections in our nature it's not about what f**kin' group you're from
Group you're from
Group you're from
What f**kin' group you're from
Near to the end of the road, near to the end of the road
Why? I just feel it you know
They call me new Nero, I live in New Rome
Near the end of the road
I just feel it you know, I just feel it you know, I just feel it you know
Money isn't real, neither are most people
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
I said money isn't real, neither are most people
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
Police can be so lethal when everything becomes illegal
And the news, news never really telling you what's going on
Still your ego so thrown divided we all alone
When he on the throne, decided that we shouldn't vote
The news, news never really telling you what's going on
Still you turn the digits on and you're staring at your phone
Ego so thrown, divided, you know we all alone
When he on the throne, decided that we shouldn't vote
Whoever disagree, well he or she'd find a hole
Or getting lock the f**k up, and sent to sea on a boat
So when I see you at home, watching TV with your phone
It makes me wonder whether you'd take the hole or the boat
Ya dig or you float?
How could you reprimand me
For something that I couldn't even see
How could you reprimand me
Now it's you
Now it's me
Stop, stop, stop
I'm not your friend
I'm not your friend
I'm not your friend
I'm not your friend
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Writer(s): Joseph Boies
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