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Title: Alien
Artist: Evil Ed & Jehst
Label: Hidden Identity / YNR
Year: 2001
Release: The Tournament Round One

Last Modified: 27th August 2002
Transcribed by: Adept
Contact: adept_bx@hotmail.com
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I exist in a state of consistent transition:
Plans shifting, with insufficient ambition
Man listen, this is my advice:
Die or fight
Get caged in, or take flight
On the page, inside the margin, I make light
Appear in the form of the words I write
It's all solar, from the lows to the highs
But your blinded by the wool pulled over your eyes
By over-sized flies, who feed off the waste
Take the icing on the cake, and leave without trace
The man without a face; I stay anonymous
The way we livin day to day stays monotonous
---Like ya bland sound
But with the weight of the world on top of us,
We still stand ground
And break down
Your fascination with the fabrication of the truth
Make use of your imagination... In the pursuit of expression
Not as a disguise to, hide behind when adressin'
---Your brethren. I reckon, the question is this:
To be or not to be. A simple lesson in risk.
"I guess I'm a romantic"
(My plan is)(My plan)"My plan is to defy"
"The nature of an eye.."---"My God"
The nature of an eye that's bent on me, in march"
"I guess I'm a romantic"
"My plan is to defy"
"The nature of an eye,---"Jehst!"
"The nature of an eye..." "that's bent on me, in march"
Imparting this text, is my only life-after-death
I'm left gasping for breath,
Asking for less, tension and stress. ...About to suffocate
It feels like I need divine intervention to resuscitate, me lately
It's like frustration has taken a hold
Restraining me from breaking the mold
Or making the most of my creative control
Times taking its toll
I'm elevating my soul, by taking the old to the new,
Like nice and smooth
My voice highlights the groove
The break sets the mood. I express my attitude
Towards my foes and those who show no gratitude
You can't calculate my longitude or latitude,
Navigate my catacombe, or reach my altitude:
Im too high. ...Far too fly to stay stationary
Basically, I keep it constructive, like masonary
Blantantly disruptive. And it's disgracefully corruptive
System plagued with injustice
But this is purity. You can't touch this
It's much more to me, than just fuck-ish
But I can't let that discourage
I salvage anything of value from the rubbish and repair
I won't be driven into submission or dispair
I prepare for war. I hear the rhythm of the snare(right there)
"I guess I'm a romantic"
(My plan is)(My plan)"My plan is to defy"
"The nature of an---eye that's bent on me, in march"
"I guess I'm a romantic"
"My plan is to defy"