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Comes with a physical copy of "Testimony of a Freak" and a PsydeShow T-Shirt with green text on black 100% cotton t-shirt.
Includes unlimited streaming of Testimony of a Freak
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
(Verse)
Get your ass in gear, nowhere near quitting time.
Must be for y'all, but sure as hell ain't mine.
You gotta block out the static of hoi polloi.
Or you'll never be anything but a bullshit toy.
Sick of excuses, verbal abuses.
Leaving the mind fucked. But the cold hard truth is
You write the story, they advise for content.
Think you know it all, and you'll never be content.
Your life's in a ditch, you can't scratch the itch.
To be something other than filthy fuckin rich. (And uh,)
I know that you know you'll never see.
The reason you're standing right in front of me.
Hands in the pockets, only way to stop this.
Plug the eye leaking, cuz I know you got this.
Suck it the fuck up, and roll with the punches.
Or you’ll never break free from your own mental clutches.
(Pre-chorus)
Pull through like ghosts in shadows.
Heads raised, we march toward gallows.
(Chorus)
We all move to the rhythm of a heartbreak.
We stand up in the middle of an earthquake.
Take a chance, take a risk.
Roll the dice. Raise your fist.
(VMC)
I'm cutting through the grime, the metal, The bones, they scatter intellect. I gather.
I got skin to collect, slick skin to possess, conscience to second guess.
Money down drains or brains down for slaughter.
Sick of being the martyr complex!
I'm down the ladder into the mess, that paper stress, sticky blind and my blessings are distressed.
Shit, I got other daughters I'm trying to impress, minds to manifest and souls to stretch.
Planting the seed, yea just scratching the surface, probing the matches, lit the fire, then wrote this.
Less is the matter. Mind is the fuse. Out of the mess into a fresh point of view.
We got shit to do and I'm trying to move out of the box cuz fuck the box.
So join me for this chance to blow through.
Join me for this chance to blow up. Blow up, why don't you?
(Chorus)
Shake the foundation, no preoccupation.
Callin all freaks from across the nation. (2x)
Report to your local naysayers.
Report to your local shit talkers.
And when they go to spit that supposed "truth",
Smack em in the fuckin mouth.
credits
from Testimony of a Freak,
released May 28, 2016
Production: ZiLO
Lyrics & vocals: PsydeShow & Vivian Moon
Mixing & Mastering: Social Anxiety
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