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  1. Shapeshifting

From the recording Shapeshifting

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I'm shapeshifting. Don't come to me unless you with it. My whole path they've been saying I was different, but then they want to laugh when I tell 'em 'bout the vision. They pray for permission. They ain't got a different shape in they system. I recommend that you wake up and shift it. The rest of your whole life you could push it to the limits. Your full time could be used to set bars and go lift them. My prescription is more heat in engine. The lava is pouring. The path is cemented. Pull out the torches; burn all the systems that don't work for you no more. The lock on that door is a latch turn away. The match with a burn is just dying to play. If timing is off you won't flow with the change.

Shapeshifting.

Shapeshifting.

Shapeshifting. My condition is just a figment of my esurient position. Now that you mention it lovely honey, can I tell you something? Can I tell you that we're flying through space on a rock in the stars? Through a time and a place where the coin is in charge. Bulls on parade are the renegade cops; are the renegade thieves, are the renegade costs, are the renegade ways that we've gotten along that could dig us a grave, or could give us a bone. We're stacking up chips where they seem to fall. Digging our ditch, and our debts, and the breath of the dark. Heaven is far. Hell's not close to our hearts. Fear not, we're lost in the fog. Whether it's right or it's wrong I know that I'm getting on. So hand me check for this psychological mess we're in. I'm beckoning my prescription of more heat in the engine. The lava is pouring. The path is cemented. Pull out the torches; burn all the systems that don't work for you no more. The lock on that door is a latch turn away. The match with a burn is just dying to play. If timing is off you won't flow with the change.

Shapeshifting.

Shapeshifting.

Shapeshifting. There's no limits.

Shapeshifting. Work on the wishes.

Shapeshifting. I am a minion to this fluctuating dimension. Pull out my penmanship and what have I become other than another system glitch? Shit.