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Song title: Saafir - Bent

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Ive been down this corridor -
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn,
Too late Im spoiled, I need the napalm
I got it, I shot it in my left sector,
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation - mates blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
Thats rarely sober. but theres no tracin
I see the place in the flow. Im beyond dawn,
No Im not in the lawn under pawns -
Dont rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. Im currently current
Currents of electricity; they cant get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin hos on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - Im bent.

Second scene: Im the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroners office;
Where my rep grows. Im on some sort of drug
Like the president, its evident that Im noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
Im lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
Its a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by god.
Its my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
Its blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
I dont feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
Doesnt heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
I never pull out for suspense - Im on a bent mission.

Jack cousteau couldnt take it no deeper -
Im a resident in davey jones micro-locker
Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
Mad dog, a taste, never had hog Im droppin
The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
Treasure through measures in bars - Im bent.