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Date Posted: 09:38:07 04/13/11 Wed
Author: Vincent Callahan
Subject: Barter Systems

Traded in my wish for fame just to come to this spot
This humble abode deep down in my soul
Skeleton keys and Morse code, a cameraman for the divorce show
You played in fields with Unicorns
Where'd that horned-horse go, I get it, of course
Reality bit, I bet it sent a chill through your bones
Time to decode answers that could've been bone cancer
Yeah, I guess the dancer upstairs is a lone dancer
Beating my meat while her feet tap a beat on the ground
In the confines of a dream, tried to adjust the sound
Took notes from Mommy Dearest, Brother Grimm were her brothers
Clutch the quilt for safety, The Monster was under her covers

Went from sleepwalking to a comatose sprint
Police arrived just in time to steal your smug grin
I'ma bystander amused, thinking I want in
But that's all just bullshit, I won't win

Heard someone speak of atonement at your live set
Move toward the light if it hasn't blinded your eyes yet
Explain your far-out concept and mindset
Emotional a-alikes that can't pay off this high debt
I wanna rhyme just, a jester with a witty remark
Would've left hours ago, didn't know it was this dark
Traded in my wish for fame to commit career suicide
Its just art to critics but to us its do or die
Spill gasoline on my spark, a crafty firelighter
Blood of lions, eyes of tigers, I'm some kind of liar
Don't try to snipe us 'cause our lie is vibrant

Went from deserts to strawberry fields
Couldn't wake from the dream, it's all very real
Sucker punched the referee for ending it early
Never count me out, street fighters fight dirty.

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