Nick Thrice - In Space Between Time, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Silence the system
I'm takin' these minutes
I'm pushing the limits
Of preconceived notion
I could eject and I bet you won't notice
The people behind me
I'm stealing your focus
No, no the reverend don't know
My momma probably she never will know
Know that I never just let it alone
Just take the mechanics and flip 'em along
Drowning in pain so I'm swimming in Fentanyl
Lightyears ahead of y'all
Go ahead and make the call
I just got a better knowledge of the universe
If you want a reverend true should've been in church
Way past backtracking to the old earth
Happiness, love, bitch I pretend to know her
If you got a problem take it up with the coder

Like like premature premonition
On an Interstaller mission
If you blink you then you probably gotta go and miss it
I'm about a new beginning
For the people out there begging
For they life like chump change
Destress negative
Life in a new age
Fade back Wu-tang
Couple thousand years
And they take a look back
And they play this joint like "Who sang this?"
This shit oh so sick sick sick
"What was in him?"
666
Oh yeah boy let's get this bliss
God shit that you could never silence
Demons in the coup like woah
Pray you never know like woah
Fair weather f*cks got to go
When I'm coming with the most like k pop pop pop pop pop oh

I came to die and I can't deny this pain
Bullets out the backside of my f*ckin' brain
This shit ain't no motherf*ckin' truce this is blind rage
This a new age this a this a new age
Yeah

Then I'm running back like two step madness
This boy batshit cyber attack my metrics
F*ck your sexist, racist, basic, trash mentality
Attacking the backwoods I have no regard
Pull up I skrt up on your boulevard
Facing a sequence that's set in the stars
Blowing up like I am Beauregarde

"Your shit ain't palpable, it is a mouth full, and we can not sing along"
My mind is dream and the people can see that
We ain't just being wrong
Oh just to be alone
Notice the psychedelics
I'm just gonna cut my f*ckin' wrist
And I will spin the clock
While you just mind your business

Become infinite
Become omnipotent
Become fantasy
Become existence
Become the devil
God

But all this is an act of passion
Taking the hurt and unmask it
Taking bets and running rackets
Underdog in the center of the bracket
On tapes we drop all the baggage
Nick Thrice that boy the saddest
Lifetime it seem so lavish
But truth hurts and lies damage
But I gotta come clean
For the people on the scene
Hanging on the f*ckin' river oh
Thoughts just twist 'til we down and we out feeling all so cynical
And the people running down on memory they meant to be an enemy
So flip it from the physical to make it all visible
This shit bump now the whole crowd digital
King shit
God shit
No way to stop it
All we do is prophet
Never had the option
I'm hopped up
On oxy
So cut with all the nonsense
I'm probably the oddest
F*cker that you ever seen
On this f*ckin music scene
What you do to me
This shit aint so new to me
I felt this for eternity
No, no
System gotta go
I know
The system is silenced

I came to die and I can't deny this pain
Bullets out the backside of my f*cking brain
This shit ain't no motherf*ckin' truce this is blind rage
This a new age this a this a new age
F*ck this shit up
I came to die and I can't deny this pain
Bullets out the backside of my f*cking brain
This shit ain't no motherf*ckin' truce this is blind rage
This a new age this a this a new age
Die, bitch
I came to die and I can't deny this pain
Bullets out the backside of my f*cking brain
This shit ain't no motherf*ckin' truce this is blind rage
This a new age this a this a new age

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