The Ballad by Chamber Of Mekhi

And when the ballad for Marina Abramovic is sung
There'll be fighting on the streets
There'll be bombs set off ablaze beneath the pedestrians feet
Their unmet needs
Swear they wanna fuck with us
They swear they want war
'Til the business we perform at ain't there anymore
All the lightning bolts shall be set free in our dreams
If only in our dreams tonight

It's too late to count your money
But that's okay
But that's okay
It's too late to count your money
But that's okay
But that's okay

And when the ballad for Marina Abramovic is sung
There'll be prints of their feet
Of the never ending cycle
Sit, stand, sleep, repeat
Their unheard weeps
Swear they wanna fuck with us
They swear they control
'Til the expectations put in place ain't fair anymore
Nothing but the tokens we won't breach in our dreams
If only in our dreams tonight

It's too late to count your money
But that's okay
But that's okay
It's too late to count your money
But that's okay
But that's okay

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