Misanthrope

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Sutherland's Notes

Mixed & mastered by Kyle Martin. Recorded at The Garage Studios in South Shields. Produced by Lipsmoker.

In another manic mode with some erratic thoughts,
hands plus walls equal shattered bones.
Packing a shank in my padded coat,
I was paranoid kid in a vapid road.
I'm still here and I cannot cope,
over the past few months; saw a rapid growth.
My mental state got me rapping more,
to replace bad habits with a salad bowl.
But I'm in the place where a damaged nose
is an effect from the coke that a man'll snort.
Always on my mind when I travel home
cos I go over white lines like Abbey Road.
Statistical stabbings grow,
they wanna blame music for adding more.
But it'll happen after & it happened before
we're a handful of ants in the hands of the law.
 
So I'm a misanthrope,
bipolar with a missing soul.
Patience hanging from a twisted rope,
as I hang on to a distant hope.
I'm a misanthrope
with a missing soul.
Hanging from a twisted rope
is the neck of a misanthrope.
Hanging onto a distant hope,
I'm a misanthrope - with a missing soul,
I'm a misanthrope, I'm a misanthrope.
With a missing soul, I'm a misanthrope.
I'm a misanthrope - with a missing soul,
I'm a misanthrope, I'm a misanthrope.
with a missing soul, I'm a misanthrope.
I'm a misanthrope.
 
Paranoid is an understatement,
and I'm annoyed by this underpayment.
Enter the bus with a dozen faces
all placed separated and full of hatred.
Raised-up in this place known
for no pesos for that main course.
Where the rains pouring on the paved floors,
on those same floors that some claim as home.
My Stagecoach approach chainstores
making more than I could pray for.
As my wage falls and I'm paying for
this four-walled place for me to stay warm.
Mind devoid of conscience,
constantly plotting to lock me in coffins.
It's wanting me washing my body in toxins
til toxins are what's gonna knock me unconscious.
 
So I'm a misanthrope,
bipolar with a missing soul.
Patience hanging from a twisted rope,
as I hang on to a distant hope.
I'm a misanthrope
with a missing soul.
Hanging from a twisted rope
is the neck of a misanthrope.
Hanging onto a distant hope,
I'm a misanthrope - with a missing soul,
I'm a misanthrope, I'm a misanthrope.
With a missing soul, I'm a misanthrope.
I'm a misanthrope - with a missing soul,
I'm a misanthrope, I'm a misanthrope.
with a missing soul, I'm a misanthrope.
I'm a misanthrope.

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Sutherland
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