
Paradigm city Kill Bill: The Rapper
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The sun'll never rise in this city
It's all facades and bright lights
Skyscrapers watching, it's the Gotham-like Christ
We just slosh through nice sights though
I swear to God it's psycho
The amnesia capital, It's Paradigm City
Kicking drinks back, please share your mind with me
They rob me of a narrative, nothing to compare me with
Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty
I'm afraid of these machines, I'm scared they might stop humming
The oxygen is fake, but shit it might stop pumping
See, ghosts do exist, they flow through my fist
But holographic memory's the most you could get
I swear I never knew my father, he never tried to take me out
A mother's breast milk is binary to a bank account
I'll never have a daughter, a son'll never come
That cold blank stare is the closest thing I have to love
I put these pieces together, but shit, my puzzle full of holes
Draw my legacy, I trace the structure of a rose
These trees ain't real, so why the fuck I trust 'em?
Smoke fill the room without a source of clear combustion
And we choke
Choke on everything that we had once considered hope
I feel this lump is in my throat, put me down
I'm in a man-made monster, trapped inside the walls of where a man can't wander
Let me go
It's all facades and bright lights
Skyscrapers watching, it's the Gotham-like Christ
We just slosh through nice sights though
I swear to God it's psycho
The amnesia capital, It's Paradigm City
Kicking drinks back, please share your mind with me
They rob me of a narrative, nothing to compare me with
Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty
I'm afraid of these machines, I'm scared they might stop humming
The oxygen is fake, but shit it might stop pumping
See, ghosts do exist, they flow through my fist
But holographic memory's the most you could get
I swear I never knew my father, he never tried to take me out
A mother's breast milk is binary to a bank account
I'll never have a daughter, a son'll never come
That cold blank stare is the closest thing I have to love
I put these pieces together, but shit, my puzzle full of holes
Draw my legacy, I trace the structure of a rose
These trees ain't real, so why the fuck I trust 'em?
Smoke fill the room without a source of clear combustion
And we choke
Choke on everything that we had once considered hope
I feel this lump is in my throat, put me down
I'm in a man-made monster, trapped inside the walls of where a man can't wander
Let me go
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