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merkury - My Struggle

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Published on Jun 25, 2012

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR DO I CLAIM OWNERSHIP OVER THIS INSTRUMENTAL / THIS CONTENT, NOR DO I ENDORSE THE USE OR DISTRIBUTION OF ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES

LYRICS
When i spit - i split a minute into infinite distinct divisible indistinguishable increments
in a rigorous synthesis of my thinking and instinctiveness,
i blink and in a single instant i feel a deep divinity sinking in -
i'm on the brink of completely syncing my mental signals -
i just pull the strings so i leave no fingerprints lingering -
yes i'm the kingpin cuz im the one that brings it in -
but fuck the hustle, drugs and money, i be on some bigger things -

and though i'm stuck in the struggle -
i'm still emerging from the rubble, untouched - fuck if i'ma buckle
and the only way to shut me up is cuffs and a muzzle
but still its probably not enough, and if you judge me, then FUCK YOU -

the fact is that you act as if you practice what you preach,
but when you have to take a stand, you're falling back into your seat -
... and you're distracted by ideas you can't grasp,
so you're detached from reality - that's just fucking weak,

and now you're sabatoging me?
but actually your ignorance the same as chains and shackles on your feet -
i'm casually stacking up the casualties,
how i manage the anonimity is baffling police -

catastrophe and tragedy just happen to me,
when i look in the mirror... i see satan staring back at me -
i see a shattered hollow shell of a human,
and now amount of drug abuse can undo it or fill the cracks in me -

and yes its sad to see, i'd rather be on blow and meth,
than sober living my fantasy of a slow death,
got no regrets - except i haven't overdosed yet -
my own exposure's the only dope that could pose a threat -

i wanna get a hold of your throat and just CHOKE YOU TO DEATH -
and squeeze the life out of you, fighting til i've broken your NECK -
and stare into your eyes, while you writhe for your final breath,
it's quite disturbing the murderous urges i possess...

the lie detector test, the judge and the jury
all agree that i'm something worse, they refer to me as a dire threat,
society is tied up in my spider web,
my rhymes are like a virus, infecting minds with my dialect...

til i'm at rest, i am consuming every substance,
cuz thats the only way that i can truly ever function -
sometimes i ask why god would choose me for this judgement,
but then it hits me that the universe is nothing

and i'm just a fucking puppet stuck under my self destruction
and i'll never get above it,
cause the drugs the only one thing, that numb me from the suffering,
i never get enough of it -

i'm just another fucking number to the government -
the budget for corrupting the public is our freedom,
we're forced into aborting important things we believe in...

we're fucking sheep, and the devil is our sheperd -
it's pressed me to obsession with death like hannibal lecter,
any measures necessary taken, no matter how desperate...
no exorcist can affect it, the devil's been ressurected INSIDE ME,

SURVIVAL IS JUST A PIPE DREAM
you'll wake up in the ambulance, bandaged up on the IV -
damaged so badly you can't even fucking cry or sleep,
so as you slowly drift away and die, you're weeping SILENTLY...

I'M GOING ALL OUT ON THESE MOTHERFUCKERS,
ONLY WAY TO STAY SANE - IS INFLICT MY PAIN - ONTO OTHERS

THE PAIN OF MY BROTHERS - MY BROKEN FAMILY -
CAUSE ITS BEEN TWISTED OPEN, AND RIPPED AND FOLDED LIKE FUCKING ORAGAMI -

though no one understands me,
my lonely and cold heart -
is part of what sparked my focus and motive to up the ante -

and you can tell from my mind state that i ain't sober,
i'm popping pills until my EYES GLAZE OVER -
and you can tell that i'm empty from my composure,
every day that i'm alive my mortal soul grows colder....

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