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****WARNING EXPLICIT LYRICS, ADULT THEMES,
DIRTY THOUGHTS & SHIT THEY DON'T WANT
YOU TO KNOW IS IN THIS M*THAF*CKA********
"I'm not gonna lie... I wrote and read all this shit...
and I'm kinda f*cked up!" - Tom Jensen, collaborhythm
ALWAYS MOVING By Tom Jensen
I only free my mind
when it's closing time
I only find my way home
when I am truly alone
The only doors open
Are the ones
I can't slam shut
The only lesson
I've yet to learn
Is that enough is enough
I always find
myself moving
But it's not always up
The only piece of mind
I ever find
Is lying on the floor
and yeah that's tough
No this is not
another fiction
So far, far from a fable
I'm simply biding my time
For as long,
as long as I am able
But don't get me wrong
I'd never sell myself short
I'd be the man with the gavel
If the world was a court
In another time
On another day
Things might not have
Been this way
But when I woke up
I put on my shoes
Came to this conclusion
We all gotta pay our dues
But just what device
do you use
To measure wasted time?
And just who
made the ladders
We're supposed to climb?
I guess that's just part
of the great mystery
The Rubik's cube
we must all unfold
Something
accidentally deleted
When they were
writing history
Just another piece
of paper discarded
As they were walking
down the road
END GAME By Tom Jensen
Dow Jones fell down so hard he can’t get up today
Just part of their plan, easier for them that way
Happiness to them is when only one percent does okay
For us ninety-nine others just stand in their way
The pennies your grandmother saved ain’t worth nothing now
Unpaid taxes were due so they’re taking her house
Moving men came for her stuff the cops threw her out
Can you expect to be next - oh, there’s little doubt
There're eyes in the sky you can’t see that are watching you
And big brother is like Santa Claus and it knows what you do
To some it’s a surprise while others know it’s true
TVs full of lies because Yeah, they own that, too
The New World Order’s rapidly gaining control
Global domination is their only goal
Their master plan, their end game
Go watch Alex Jones
One press of the button
and they can turn off your soul
Bilderberg’s the puppet master
That pulls the strings
Causing organized chaos and disasters
to make themselves kings
They've been getting there faster
while collecting their diamond rings
As Paris just got plastered
after they took everything
One card, one chip, one lone voice
that tells you what to do
One false step, one wrong move
and they’ll be coming after you
Listen closely wait for it…
here comes the plot twist:
Our only real fear are these global economic terrorists
And when they hear this they’ll add my name to their list
The spreading of information, oh yeah, they fear this
Because only when the people know can they resist
But it will take more than silent protest
Mothers will cry, many will die yet still we must try
Yes, it is pure evil that lingers in our midst
Together we may stand…
Together we could fall…
But together we can form a fist
RAGE By Tom Jensen
Rage…
It’s surely cardinal if not primal
Seems almost medieval
and during struggles for survival
When focused it is unmatched
and perhaps even unequalled
In the proper hands
when it’s well-harnessed
It’s second to love
in having the greatest of powers
However with each use
its sharpness becomes blunted
As it loses its precious preciseness
Once it becomes too tarnished
When suddenly many become harmed
It is sure cause for panicked alarm
So you must first confine it
Hence just to contain it
Find out what provokes it
For once rechanneled
You can then re-aim it…
Away from family and friends
And those who stand beside you
At the very least just make sure
That they’re not standing in front of you
But are far safely behind you…
For when you rage out in great anger
All in your path is subject to grave danger
Everyone from cherished loved ones
To complete and total strangers
ALWAYS MOVING By Tom Jensen
I only free my mind
when it's closing time
I only find my way home
when I am truly alone
The only doors open
Are the ones
I can't slam shut
The only lesson
I've yet to learn
Is that enough is enough
I always find
myself moving
But it's not always up
The only piece of mind
I ever find
Is lying on the floor
and yeah that's tough
No this is not
another fiction
So far, far from a fable
I'm simply biding my time
For as long,
as long as I am able
But don't get me wrong
I'd never sell myself short
I'd be the man with the gavel
If the world was a court
In another time
On another day
Things might not have
Been this way
But when I woke up
I put on my shoes
Came to this conclusion
We all gotta pay our dues
But just what device
do you use
To measure wasted time?
And just who
made the ladders
We're supposed to climb?
I guess that's just part
of the great mystery
The Rubik's cube
we must all unfold
Something
accidentally deleted
When they were
writing history
Just another piece
of paper discarded
As they were walking
down the road
END GAME By Tom Jensen
Dow Jones fell down so hard he can’t get up today
Just part of their plan, easier for them that way
Happiness to them is when only one percent does okay
For us ninety-nine others just stand in their way
The pennies your grandmother saved ain’t worth nothing now
Unpaid taxes were due so they’re taking her house
Moving men came for her stuff the cops threw her out
Can you expect to be next - oh, there’s little doubt
There're eyes in the sky you can’t see that are watching you
And big brother is like Santa Claus and it knows what you do
To some it’s a surprise while others know it’s true
TVs full of lies because Yeah, they own that, too
The New World Order’s rapidly gaining control
Global domination is their only goal
Their master plan, their end game
Go watch Alex Jones
One press of the button
and they can turn off your soul
Bilderberg’s the puppet master
That pulls the strings
Causing organized chaos and disasters
to make themselves kings
They've been getting there faster
while collecting their diamond rings
As Paris just got plastered
after they took everything
One card, one chip, one lone voice
that tells you what to do
One false step, one wrong move
and they’ll be coming after you
Listen closely wait for it…
here comes the plot twist:
Our only real fear are these global economic terrorists
And when they hear this they’ll add my name to their list
The spreading of information, oh yeah, they fear this
Because only when the people know can they resist
But it will take more than silent protest
Mothers will cry, many will die yet still we must try
Yes, it is pure evil that lingers in our midst
Together we may stand…
Together we could fall…
But together we can form a fist
RAGE By Tom Jensen
Rage…
It’s surely cardinal if not primal
Seems almost medieval
and during struggles for survival
When focused it is unmatched
and perhaps even unequalled
In the proper hands
when it’s well-harnessed
It’s second to love
in having the greatest of powers
However with each use
its sharpness becomes blunted
As it loses its precious preciseness
Once it becomes too tarnished
When suddenly many become harmed
It is sure cause for panicked alarm
So you must first confine it
Hence just to contain it
Find out what provokes it
For once rechanneled
You can then re-aim it…
Away from family and friends
And those who stand beside you
At the very least just make sure
That they’re not standing in front of you
But are far safely behind you…
For when you rage out in great anger
All in your path is subject to grave danger
Everyone from cherished loved ones
To complete and total strangers