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[Verse 1: Departure]
A common analysis of what it be verse what it often is
Turned into bureaucratic papers of empty and broken promises
Bolded and stacked in piles
Folded hamburger style though we was born to be wild
Only '75, Coyote Wile E
Tuned into the tomb of Jehovah
As if religion and idealism is a step above the working-class donut dialectics
I came like Grandmaster Flash with a message
A measly step above my boring pecking order, pressed it in
Vaccine for measles a hypochondriatic pestilence
Speaking in Morse for horsemen to open the trojan, let them in
A horde or herd of sperm charged and made war prega-nant
Maybe at a point in my youth I'd bite it
Now I ponder whether highlighted multicolor rhyme scheme be required
But I respite my rebuking, remembering good sportsmanship
I need it to honor my badge of opening the porridge lid
I was in fact another man when I did
And I'd take another proper gander at the propaganda on the wall begging the prop some antlers at the door for government that's got no answers
This banter is useless, screw this, I'd rather be screwless
I'd rather go out like senior Hamlet or free will my hands a noose and click
This weapon is no longer of the times
An error's what it took to clean my mind

[Chorus: Departure]
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)

[Verse 2: Departure]
'Cause it's a brick house of burgesses
Ultimate material puff pass addict blow the shack down, hell or purgatory purchase
I give a different tone to palms when I smack clowns
My personality Bolshevist, consistent keep my pack loud
I leave it raw like a smackdown
Keep an S on my chest as a target for bags and clout
Constantly proper like a non-herratic author for the schizophrenic ramblings of a bad dub
Faux fanatic of activism frolicks in his own field of purple patches with no alliteration to back the punch of his actions
No Bach to play lighting the ate dick post-lunch for a faction
To become an art lord is to against what you're asking
You bargain to a whore of the land for a portion of sand
Living under a set of undeniable truths
Fallacy over fluoride and dental advice
Just wear the pants, take no piss or persons, optional poop possible shrewd
Established 1949 monolith
Rhyme schemes never really stream of consciousness
'Cause if life is a cycle, what is sacrificed to be critical?
The same moves not hitting anymore, shit's feeling futile
And I will leave you with a note that I wrote when I was a quarter to my father's age
To rebuttal any man in the underground that ever fucking fathered me
Exile is enlightening for your individuality

[Chorus: Departure]
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way (My way)