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Magic Curtain

from IV. The Nausea by Syqnys (Sickness)

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Verse 1: We can't know truth all we can know is an approximation/ of knowledge made from a combination of contemplation and communication through conversation/ It's our consolation prize our minds are always racing/ it's a lot to take in my god forsaken noggin's aching/ Math is the language of truth but it's computations/ are too complicated. Math class? We don't want to take it/ We watch creationism get taught it's all gods creation/ it's all a blatant shot at religious indoctrination/ Wont stop till' they got kids praying, hurry the sun god Ra is waiting/ my crops need rain and I got this pain if you can't help me then I'll talk to Satan/ We watch our nation's population drop its face in slop and taste/ the toxic waste and watch them waste away almost not worth saving/ They're waiting for the altercation in fact they're pushing the confrontation/ If they think you can turn their kids away from god then they risk damnation/ They need more than condemnation, "We need to cut him chop him hang him/ off him where's's our mob will take him chain him to a cross and stake him/

Chorus: You pretend to know truth, you can not know/ What's behind your magic curtain? You'll never show. (Repeat)

Verse 2: God is dead (god is dead)/ don't get it twisted this isn't like the mop on top of a Rasta's head, ask an apostate if Allah's dead/ with his chopped off head lopped off that neck look at all that red/ kind of looks like a pasta, bet. I aint even got to the flying spaghetti monster yet/ It's shadow's here, but we got something to battle fear/ so gather your sheep and cattle near and tell your flock what they'd rather hear/ nothing but shit behind that veneer, no magic here behind that curtain I had to peer/ that was weird nothing but gadgets gears and a man appeared (Uh?)/ I'll tell you what I really think give me a quill some ink and I will go sink that feather quill ink/ and I'll wield the thing like I'ma kill your king make him knell to me cause' he is nil to me/ ... give me a quill some ink and I will just sink that feather quill ink/ and I'll wield the thing like I'ma kill your king make him knell to me cause' he is nil to me/ I'm sorry your highness, you don't follow rewind this/ see the godless don't like this that's why I ought to not write this/ I ought to slaughter with kindness and make songs for the mindless/ and talk about my money my cars and my diamonds/ because my market's as small as a mom and pop shop is/ "I feel sorry for your mama!" as I say this he drops his/ 40 and pops from his pocket a rocket pops getting popped and I just want to make noise at least as loud as that shot is/ so if I tell you that god is concocted I sound obnoxious / knowing how religious the world is let alone how hip hop is/ I should probably drop this stop this song it's so wrong it's so wrong I could re-'right' it and still be 'left' with its falseness/

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Verse 3: Sticks and stones can cripple bones/ but words can be like Obizzles drones/ missiles blow up kids in homes, oh wait don't get it twisted homes!/ I still rock an Obama sticker, on the back of my Elantra get your/ nonsense picture of Obama looking like Adolf come on he's not a Hitler/ You got to be kidding me you're getting me a little bit sick with your ignorant shit yeah you lit up this wick of the dynamite stick now I'm sitting here pissed (Ugh, fuck you!)/ Words can you touch you, burn you, cut you/ even those that hurt you can learn to love too/ you don't have to scream I heard you what you/ think they're going to do with your sermon, uh you/ think they're going to curse you? Fuck you! Worthless bum subversive scum you/ belong in that mud, that muck that mush that dirt you sunk to/ It haunts me at night see I want you to like me constantly writing always I try to be. thoughtful enlightening like I'm caught in a lighting storm palming a kite string/ too taught yeah it might be shocking me slightly it's oddly exciting/ watch me I'm rocking a mic see, never smoked pot but I got me a pipe dream/ I try to tell the truth but they treat me like a pariah/ throw your sire on the pyre and I light it on fire/ I can see why I ignited your ire/ I can understand why your lied to, but not why you're a liar/ Why you're a liar, why you're a liar/ the truth's behind that magic curtain you're just trying to hide her!
Chorus
Additional Chorus: Words can hurt you they can hurt you worse than sticks and stones/ they cut deep they can maim you they can cripple bones/ The truth can hurt believe me I know it can burn your eyes/ but shadows on the wall is all that you can learn from lies

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from IV. The Nausea, released November 12, 2013
Music composed by Steve Denton. Vocals performed by Syqnys. Lyrics written by Syqnys.

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syqnys Salt Lake City, Utah

Syqnys is an independent emcee from Salt Lake City. He has released 7 studio albums. Syqnys' musical themes include Atheism, Politics, Social mores, contemporary pop culture, Gay Rights, Abortion, Racism, Sexism as well as many others. Syqnys' music contains explicit language and shouldn't be listened to by anyone under the age of 25 ... more

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