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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
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lyrics
(Verse)
In the streets like I’m undercover.
Lookin for a fix like no other.
Heart stopper, head popper
Quench my thirst, I don’t need no spotter.
Diagnosis, improper.
Schizophrenic bipolar father
So detached, no need to bother.
People think that I’m off my rocker.
This life ain’t a joke.
Line em up, and then two, I smoke.
Lay to waste all the dreams that broke.
So say my name, and I hope you choke.
In time, won't you let this rhyme
Guide you to the afterlife.
Dead sea, to a goddamn drought.
Ill bars? Got that shit, no doubt.
Point one finger, lookin back at three.
Screamin out, but y’all don’t hear me.
(Chorus)
The others stand tall,
They think we’re way too small.
Show em how it’s done,
We come out at nightfall.
(Whispered 2x)
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Don't fear them.
(Verse 2)
I’m sordid. Contorted.
Adjust the lense, but its still distorted.
Can’t afford any more disruptions,
Blow it all up, volcanic eruptions.
I need you to just shake it.
No need for care, just break it.
Y’all sit and stare, I can’t take it.
Anyone fuck with us, they don’t make it.
I think I’m out my mind.
Can’t think straight, mental overtime.
Instead of praise, I get hated.
Took a fuckin minute but I’m finally jaded.
Sticks and stones and broken bones,
Faulty phone with no dial tone.
Muerto’s gone nuts, on the loose.
Call the nightfall to tighten the noose.
(Chorus)
Everybody in the room,
Get the fuck up!
They are coming for you soon.
You won’t break us!
We are the night terrors, load bearers, seafarers
Captaining ships at night with no sign of a system error.
We are the nemesis lacking poise!
We are the children of white noise!
So get up, stand up, and make a lasting mark!
We are the creatures who reside in the dark.
Take a stand against complacency and “just enough”
They can’t stand to see you acting tough.
Remain steadfast with open eyes and diction.
They will fall on their faces without conviction.
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Get the fuck up!
credits
from Testimony of a Freak,
released May 28, 2016
Production: ZiLO & PsydeShow
Lyrics & Vocals: PsydeShow
Mixing & Mastering: Social Anxiety
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