Puppet Strings
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Everything is perfect, the Sun revolves— all that stuff is rhythm
And we should, we should think of rhythm like
Lot of views, in order to really improvise, you got to think of rhythm
You got to think of
I had to make it happen, heavy on my eyes
A lot to pay the tax an' put it in the practice
Learning how to dance, aces in the hand
Package in a vacuum, painful as the past
I placed it in the bet, bet they take the bait
They steady moving backwards, pacing at a glance
Hisses from assassins, breathing down my neck, arson in the artist life will lit the gas
I'm putting boots to asses, town is painting red
Raging in the passion, falling out my hands
Sky above will catch me, crazy as it gets
Point in the words and spoken in my steps is Mr. Puppet Master
Taking what he gets
I had to make it happen
I had to make
And yet rhythm rules the world
If, if one thing got off rhythmically, the whole universe would collapse
Everything is perfect, see