Analog Fluids of Sonic Black Holes: The Myth Hold Weight (Single Edit)

These stories run deep These stories run high Project steps keep going to the afterlife These stories speak daddy's lullabies Christian Goldeneye fallen Malachi The government's suicide, overdose on pride Mirror mirror on the wall, divided we fall Invited in the chamber hall of the slaughterhouse We all voted red, we all lost our heads So you ain't get thе word of mouth Just a visit in the oval when the rеptilians out Dinner party at the devil's house Fear god was the [plantin’ blouse?] Memories faded They don't love me like they love you Is it because I'm Black or they want me black and blue? Another ignorant truth, imaginary noose We gettin' killed out here, hashtag Condos and body bags run high on NASDAQ We want our money back printed on fresh cotton And a glass of blood from the Confederate fountain That runs through the Blue Ridge Mountains Stop at Mount Hood Knights ride up the mountain to scream manhood To scream manhood! From sea to sea to shining sea, oh say can you Can you please put some more land upon the menu? And don't let death compliment you no matter how ugly you feel Fix up, look sharp! So they can sell you back your heart so you can load up guns for your art Everything falls apart North Philly rooftop view Purple heart scar tissue We scream, we under your gun Hit and run under a ton, our mother's son The sum of many before us, less than plenty Hitchhike tour bus on bare feet Concrete feet jungle river Watch out for the killer, Jim Crow gorilla It was a thrill, but now the thrill is gone And we all sing along, humdrum dazed out dumb Deaf to our dreams before they come Looping trauma Looping trauma escape the drama All actors benefactors of evil Mislead you to not even believe you Escape the drama Escape the drama Hollywood snakes, piranhas Snake [?], rat Madonna, Great Britain Americana Before and behind ya, time to remind ya Escape the drama Escape the drama The myth hold weight like The myth hold weight like Like all the money from cotton, right? Like all the money from cotton, right? The myth hold weight like The myth hold weight like Like all the money from sugar, right? Like all the money from sugar, right? Build the street turn right At the stoplight where I read my rights And I read my wrongs Guess I'm not going home