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Skalpel - Voice of Reason (feat. Yarah Bravo)

Album: Skalpel - Sculpture (ZEN12127, 2003) Buy: http://ninjatune.net/release/skalpel/... Free download:   / voice-of-reason   Lyrics: i'm trapped get me out of here are you a volunteer collaborating with polish musketeers it's the third sphere hibernating in the atmosphere resurrected to re engineer it's tunnels of echoless ears muddy waters crystal clear in a transparante frontier but retinas are worthless when imagery does not appear reflection of insincere fear premier as i hop of leap years steer persevere until unknown obstacles interfere scalpel scalpels? in ya ear gentle touches on your forehead as your lear the dawn endears the throng of years enrich these spawn of tears piece of mind the price that's paid when people pawn their fears i'm trapped in here oh no get me out of here i'm intoxicated claustrophobic i think i live in a bottle of beer Can you see tomorrow? when today time has stopped and taken you hostage in your own block you're judged by a system that doesn't even know you exist judged by people who don't even know what a problem is twisted intelligence and your wonder what's the consequence? You have a voice of reason...yet you wither in silence! Take radiation and rearrange the iron exchange it's like movements of exposed phalange blood spilling from a broken mountain range sprang ankles of strange stars littering for space station change change is lost take a loan clone the ozone with earths tombstone it hasn't decomposed to show bone pollution is like cologne that postpones the trip to the funeral home but i'm not fooled by the dead queen on the throne i left a dead planet to roam the unknown disown formality drone i can call my life my own my own my own my own people have a voice of reason yet we wither in silence solar suicide blood stains on comets only breed stars shopping bazaars for yours cause i only got hours maximum security facility with no bars make me half exposed like presidential cigars scabs of unhealed scars from the blind face of mars "what will you put on your memoir? on your memoir?" Planet anonymous revolved around venus opposite of intravenous a brain dead genius the patching on my ankle exceeds that of lenis traveling beyond and on the veins of a penis i'm coming out with one spurt with a closed fist just to stay pissed i'm telling you I EXIST The present tense the tenth on the list but i already feel intoxicated by the moons mist in the outskirts oh i was first to catch mother earth %@^$%&@^ into a cyst http://www.discogs.com/Skalpel-Sculpt... http://www.discogs.com/Skalpel-Sculpt...