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​Overlordian

This song is by Dark Time Sunshine and appears on the album ANX (2012).

(Onry Ozzborn)
Day walk, a strut move illy,
Misunderstood because my writing isn't' gimme gimmie,
Gotta see the nozzle leaking first,
Before interpreting what you think of the book's cover and its worth.
Money have you and this money heavy,
He carry gold in his drapeaux pockets, stop tip profit levy,
Already in the red and fortune telling tumbling.
Sit by myself, talk to myself, murmur of mumbling,
Numbers count on those cards you were dealt blow,
Scuffing a pair of threes on purpose to break yo.
Swagger was created by ish, and just a few we follow
So took the commute, now here aloof, about to shoot
That javelin off the roof, it's you, Olympian, let a moment of truth.
Ask and you shall receive some shit that you just can't conceive,
But when it finally touches you, remember us forever be.

Overlordian, electric blossoms,
Spoiled rotten, not forgotten, robots block 'em,
Got a concoction of the god's offering,
Space time argument, street life, we on with it, get off of it.

"Throw them" over and out and tell a better story
"Toss them" over and out and those awards all bore me
"Feed them" aim for me, please
"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolves
"Throw them" over and out!
"Toss them" over and out!
"Feed them" over and out!
"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolves
Dark time sunshine.

(P.O.S.)
Wallowing in it till my head splits it,
To the bottom of it, till I hit the bottom like the bottom line.
They got 'em, watch, I'm out of lines,
Stop looking undermined, 'cause that aroma doesn't match the cooking
We hunger strike, they like fresh, less to feed.
Yes indeed, there's less and less and less and less and less for me
And less for free, except the heart, especially speech, they call it art, (please)
I'm on my own time, crossing up the Rubicon but yeah
Yeah, my own means, tell me again about your purchases
That's great, really, nothing seems more poisonous
Than trying to spend your way out of worthlessness (I'm not sorry)
Smack dab but this city's like the rat's lab
That big scurry, give me that, hurry back.
Fury in the belly like a hurricane, trapped
But don't even know to bite back.
Just in-fighting and in-flight meals
Stay in step, smile at cops and pay bills We're probably not like you- correct
We're probably not what you guess.

Overlordian, electric blossoms,
Spoiled rotten, not forgotten, robots block 'em,
Got a concoction of the god's offering
Space time argument, street life, we're on with it, get off of it.

"Throw them" over and out and tell a better story
"Toss them" over and out and those awards all bore me
"Feed them" aim for me, please
"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolves
"Throw them" over and out!
"Toss them" over and out!
"Feed them" over and out!
"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolves