"Failer: The Phoenix_copy" genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	Each verse has a differnt style of metaphors. Each one takes a different approach to the ups and downs of life. It has an experimental feel with elements of blues, and hip-hop.
	CD: 327...with retroactive vision   Label: Galactic Dust Records Credits: eMpyre, Drip the AI, Martian 327
	Story Behind the Song This song was written over the course of a year from Nov 2001 - Sept 2002. It covers many of the major downfalls in my life metaphorically, poetically and somewhat straight forward. Each verse has a different style of expression lyrically. I will be re-editing it, re-recording the vocals and adding bass in the next pressing. Lyrics Failer: The Phoenix 1.1 The pool of tears that I’m wading in - keeps on getting deeper The ties are being cut - on what I thought was a keeper Beneath the crown of pedestals I feel like a sleeper Of course I fear the reaper, you’re not getting any cheaper I need to smoke some creeper and not trip about the weeper Kneeling on my stand, crawl, sit, run, letting out these sour feelings tastes a bit like fun I shouldn’t get none, I’m stunned and full of empty promise I’m not modest -- I’m toyed with like a mouse I’m cold and broken, my innocence is smokin I’ve been pokin at the smoldering wet ashes - - I hope it cashes and spreads on to the masses I think it crashes to the depths of your emotions like an ocean a bottle unexplored a lot kept un-ignored Restored? I’m bored and ready to ignite This tish is tight like the heat of white light The night time is full of raining (reigning) shade Who’s got it made -- the glade fades into the grays I should have stayed to see if I got paid But I’m jaded and ready to give in Is that a sin? Place the cover on the masters You filthy bastards Chorus Gonna die again fading farther from the master plan As I burn I’m gonna crash, you’re gonna wish you ran bitch Shoulda waited longer before you thought to taste it Intuition’s wrong, intuition’s wasted The yellow light flashes as my vehicle aproaches The air gets colder as the evil it encroaches Got a house party pumpin and the path is pretty clear Feelin in my being hiding farthest from fear The doorknob turns – with no creakin on the hinges As the lights go dim I find I’ve found the darker of the fringes Dusted - - surroundings can’t be trusted Rusted - - the ladder up is busted The daze plays liquid crystal shining in the maze Phase shift vision weak in a blurry blanket haze Web glimmer hypnotist shifting mist to hardened ground Wrists kissed with poisoned lips now mine can’t make a sound Burning – comfounded - - death bed in the making Streaming lies compound the truth my brain it must be faking Long legs, four pairs ready to begin Next of kin? You’re kidding right? there’s no body in the tin… Chorus Gonna die again fading farther from the master plan As I burn I’m gonna crash, I’m gonna wish I ran Shoulda waited longer before I thought to taste it Intuition’s wrong, intuition’s wasted Take a step back and FEEL me burn… Solo At the bottom of the underworld - no rhythm – no motion Altogether lost with fermented grain potion With notion of suicide a light that keeps me flowin I stumble on through darkness never knowin where I’m goin Blown motor in my car homeless with no destiny Expelled, last in my class with a rush of crushed tenacity A blast from the past cast at terminal velocity My dad caught a bullet from a hand in my family My brother lost his life like the hand that he was gambling Rambling mis-handling trampled by the whack shoes Track a lack of progress with the money that I’m owin you This trigger has a safety called this flowin that I’m showin you Survivin quite clearly on a marginal basis sewin my oats to see the look on upon their faces The flames scream hotter every time I feel them burn But I know I’m getting stronger every time that I return Chorus Gonna die again fading farther from the master plan As I burn I’m gonna crash, you’re gonna wish you ran bitch Shoulda waited longer before you thought to taste it Intuition’s wrong, intuition’s wasted Written Dec 2001-August 30th 2002 eMpyre ramireX, music by eMpyre, Drip and 327

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