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Burial of the Inside / 70515220

from A 55 Minute Message From The Pablo Collective by PACOL.

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(part 1: burial of the inside)

Pyrex made insides view the light and walk the endless trail
The path of height and the older years trading calm for my teeth and nail
Making nights of visions
Talking tongues ain't wishin
Alarm's don't make ambition
Not high definition but in
Certain circumstances the sharpness of it all won't calm me down
Until the microphones and lines decide to walk me down
The empty river flowing town glass places viewed above the radar
Interference interference on the streetcar
Celebration ends the moon leaves its spot
Two figureheads stare at each other but don't talk a lot
Removal of the outside influencers end up dead inside
The burial of the inside

Four square playground ain't a
Kid choose my own game
Tell me I'm not the only one who can't articulate my own name
And my fate my character breaks laugh my head off
In the mad house lookin at pollock before they chop me dead I scoff
One leg at a time still got the mob's attention
Pay attention
Pay attention
Too late to pay attention
Pay the plant flea tag the wall free
Knee needs a bandage, culturality to a fault of damage
Immortality or fatality both chosen hard to manage
See my life through all seeing eyes but see my thoughts through phrases
Quick fake exposé mirror take people's gazes
Concentrated on others garrison of the mind
Take the feeling in song and bury it inside
The friend of your friend is the enemy of my time
The mazes we crawl are carved by us, the winds that chime

(part 2: 70515220)

One year old year cold year my gold's near
Platinum coated linings influenza locked inside your ear
Fall asleep make the sheets wake up brush your teeth
Lightbulb flicker breaker up lightning strike cannot breathe
Hippocampus start the reel we made a deal
Make it fast and make it done before our meal
Lucid feelings dreamy days we all got caught inside the blaze
Didn't really cause a problem close your ears shut out the praise
Teletronic foreign ways tally marks count for the raise
Constant reapproval for communal need to reappraise
Never seen it done but it's a new fashion of living
Genesis of inspiration sole message from beginning

Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue
Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue

Tell me what I missed? is it nothing? then can it
You walk a fine line uninformed or one to cause a racket
Elated drones that catch their prey in transit
Slapdashery of the dishonest caught on candid
Got fifteen minutes watch for scabs that want their five
Interviewing of the soul and then you take it out on their live
Lihoods, why say no to creation for the hubris to survive
The cold winter of february again gonna thrive
Off the beats and dine on the heat
Telescopic views of streets the operational suite
Raise awareness that's sweet the independence of the niche
Carbon copy on the sheet instead of doing it discrete
I won't tell it again selling promise and amends
Can we get an amen misunderstanding businessmen
Tear it down we paste it up
More self made than a startup
Last known whereabouts unknown left up a 5 man throne

Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue
Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue

Only eight digits long

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from A 55 Minute Message From The Pablo Collective, released February 23, 2018

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