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Save Me f. Lord 360 and Renea Taylor

from Praying Mantis​-​Plus by the OPUS

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You gotta save me,
I keep running through the streets on a beat defeats trying cave me
And when the minutes looking gravely
I try to shift into space, no place now can phase me no ifs ands buts or maybe
Take every second that it gave me, everything is so hazy
it's crazy, there's no that you can persuade me
walked years through the maze yet I'm just a baby
Now you try to abort the fetus
that try to lead us from the leaders who try to defeat us
in the middle of a node spawns a digital helix
transmit codes before they come to delete us
firewall to the call so nobody can beats us
firebomb to the sprawl now nobody can feed us
nobody can talk now, nobody can walk now
you starting a spark, then, your body's in chalk now
I'll be the hawk how it's all in the thought pow
flying through the dark, see a shark, drop a dart BLAOW
combustible ideology on impact my meta-tech-technology sends them back
that's why I don't ride beats I bend them tracks running solar systems in facts I ran ten lapse
then hibernate on tape and took ten naps then I awake from the sound within their traps

Save me or I'll be flying through the walls, so come and save me or I'll be flying through the walls
Save me or I'll be flying through the walls, so come and save me or I'll be flying through the walls
through the walls, through the walls, through the walls.

More than I need saving
the systems on the fritz, yeah it's misbehaving
yet everything is so amazing but no lock on the signal they keep swerving and grazing,
are we deserving of the hazing? Are we deserving of the fleecing and micro-policing? Another serving of the gravy, maybe, he looks to need greasing, whoops he's unleashing
Unhinge, unhook, yeah... one bridge, gon shook, no ledge, goin look yeh
all edge, none took, bet.... so no hedge, no crook, no wedge, no book, yet
I gotta knack to scramble allegory so they can't trace or track this here story this don't fit your frame or category, but subliminal facts are actually boring
deep into the heads of those who's still snoring, seemingly inert in the back of their storing
til I give the call to the commence the un-flooring, un-boarding the track in the crack we spread sporing
duplicate. I must duplicate.
So even if you take me out I'm growing in the rubble (shoot!)
Rejuvenate, shift shape and then skate, catch me running from the trouble with a hollow bodied double.

And so you see my friend, as we fall apart at the seems
But it doesn't mean the end, because is this just a dream (just a dream) just dream
And it seems we'll never know, til we take that giant leap
And only then will it show, if I've been awake or I'm asleep

10, and I escape through the pen, watch reality bend, can't even comprehend Til
9, I'm going out of my mind, and showing how the unblind the kind from their binds
8, there's no time to be late, we gotta go reach the gate, the situation is great. For
7, our own little slice of heaven, forging all the ingredients making from bread leven,
6, I'm hearing all of the clicks and grinds that halts this machine from being fixed
5, first time feeling alive, as I'm taking a dive, and escaping the hive
4, as I look what's in store, I open the door and now there's no floor
yeah, cuz there's no time to run, phase into the infinite 3, 2, 1.

Zero, zero, one...

Save me, or I'll be flying through the walls
come on and save me, or I'll be flying through the walls

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from Praying Mantis​-​Plus, released May 11, 2010
Lyrics/vocals: Lord 360
Music: the Opus
additional vocals: Renea Taylor

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The Opus is the collaboration between instrumentalists, Mr. Echoes and The Isle of Weight, who seamlessly combine their intricate styles. For years, the Isle of Weight and Mr. Echoes were producers for the group, Rubberoom, accompanied by lyricists Meta Mo and Lumba. Rubberoom was born out of an organic fusion of artists who were also long-time friends. ... more

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