Proud or ashamed feat. Babel fishh, the BeastMaster and Edison

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PROUD OR ASHAMED (Babel fishh, the BeastMaster and Edison)

If our grandfathers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed.

If our grandfathers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed.

If our school teachers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed

but we catch ourselves thinking about those things that no one else has ever thought about

If our grandfathers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed.

but we catch ourselves thinking about those things that no one else has ever thought about

but we catch ourselves thinking about those things that no one else has ever thought about



ohhh the motionless coaster less abolitionist on an afghan rug in a tower once again voice on feet less ground wings of junkies in jackhammers lies the annoyance of time we don't belong wrong to reap heats whore on tour treat each other depending on import resort to temptations reality but to breathe is to beg for life when we all step towards death lets lead out arms to teeter on toddlers tap shoed death to form the flesh and bitter bites test a tangle in societies twitch no peace in sleep call it a disease toss and turn to wiggle and worm this dishevelled shoe has a stench similar to sensitive eyes tomorrow will title today’s taxidermied ways an appendage sentenced to tuck your tongue back into a cannonball to collapse the jaws of of judgment inputs put out out puts without inputs without outs



notes, and no known lonely disregard for chrome easels they stack on evaks bad spine sad takes recorded bang doors and 4 fingers left prints they sent children into to war for land mines portion points go without the back to track selfishness religion they've been giving up the virgin for the lie, blank to bad checks had mercy when they litter it but now we write to choke and false both sides of coin ointments they point to boy leaving while they can it grow claws to grow claws the boy chances to wave someone call me bird without the hollow bones to break and land weightless on the power lines find a fine to fine day. Blacken out the eyes alive wake where you lay them bring your pigs big stick terrorism that’s it the band aids bleed noted bleed notes band aids bleed notes bleed notes...



subtle songs in a pile collected next to the rest I’m fencing with my festering fumbling fingers with force to the almost gone forgotten or swallowed and swept up passion a pawn off at half cost I cant think of one thing sacred anymore I’m forming the day with outtakes and the left behind and I’m fine with backing up my steps to the peninsula with pale breathe and the unkempt slue of ritual slander framed out structure all I get to do is weld it and make sure that she holds up a weather tight enclosure I am mostly water and tough skin the buckling breaker within flickers but holds its place for now keep close to your bedside rifle just one safe neighbourhood away from a prison shank making misery shine for the up comings maybe a blank schedule suits the warm path agenda a fake pattern to tap along keep your breathe.



low life's learn

take times turn .....no breathe...

things burn burn

burn burn burn

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from The inertia of an accent at rest, released October 25, 2010

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