Cut (Mella Dee Spangled On The Terrace Dub)

I feel the full moon coming it's coming tonight

A prism of peace white heat white white

So far amidst but so close in perspective

Rake in your ideals

Cancel all objectives

I'd rather strap 92 to my chest

resurrect this land

And save what's left

An All Brewing conscience

Not hard to find

 you'd be better dreaming

That thoughts will align

The dignified, wimpified, wokeful inflictions,

Give them what they ask

Inflict the incisions

Cut the pigs up, make a decision

Fight cut fight cut

End this division

 

All the time it's just running around my soul

All the time it's just running around my soul

All the time it's just running around my soul

You Gotta give it gotta take it gotta break it gotta make it

 

Look at the ground what do you see

Sweat and tears that lay empty

A hollow Carcass breathing just

A rancid perverted musk

Invisible pennies bleeping away

Working for nothing paying to pay

I'd rather strap 92 to my chest

Resurrect this land and save what's left

 

All the time it's just running around my soul

All the time it's just running around my soul

All the time it's just running around my soul

You Gotta give it gotta take it gotta break it gotta make it