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He’s got a gun. He says that we all gotta go. Decisions are clouding me. They got their guns, they’re telling us to get on the ground. They told me don’t make a sound.

You’re looking at a cat that’ll do what the fuck he wants. I’m sick of obeying laws made up by a bunch of cunts. I’m more than above it. I’m a child of the dirt republic, filled up with the love above me, and something says that you’d love it; being this free. Disinterment. Synergy. Industry. Digging up in the dirt. Swimming up in the stream. Never could fight the current, I blur it between the lines. Catapult everything that I do into you and I. Setting you free. Hear the truth in my voice. Quit thinking everything they put in your mind, you have your own choice. Your own words to say what you’re sick and tired of. Inspired to cut the line and wire we are above. Look up at the sky, we brought a gun to a drone fight; out-numbered and out flanked, a clone might openly strike. Only blue is right so turn the page. They try to make is about race, and not the cage.

We got our guns we’re never just gonna give them up. Don’t you try to take it from me. We are the ones you’ll never be on the side above. You got to get on the ground.

They wanna see me die. They wanna take my voice away. They wanna blind my eyes. They want us living in a cold, hard police state.

You’re looking at a cat that’ll say whatever I feel. I’m sick of social division. The media isn’t real. I can see they want it to break and avoid a debate, blame it on race to initiate a police state. Holding us back, then use it to incite an attack. Blame it on black, make us hate each other. Whip all our backs. They got a spot in the diff’ between me and you. So we don’t notice that neither of us are wearing blue.

We got our guns we’re never just gonna give them up. Don’t you try to take it from me. We are the ones you’ll never be on the side above. You got to get on the ground.

They wanna see me die. They wanna take my voice away. They wanna blind my eyes. They want us living in a cold, hard police state.

I’m gonna say what I need to say. Don’t wanna live in a police state. I got to live. I can’t breathe. Without my guns, we can’t leave.

You’re looking at a citizen of the Earth, I bleed red; and what you think is a shady thought in a shallow head.

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from Drowning In Restricted Thought, released March 3, 2016

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Crossworm Grand Rapids, Michigan

Crossworm is a heathen anti-pop artist.

"Crossworm is almost annoyingly talented. Musician, artist, poet, and essayist, he’s seemingly a potential threat in almost any artistic medium you drop him into.

Crossworm’s music is a strong mix of violent imagery, anthemic chorus’s, introspection and societal critique told from the voice of the proletariat."

-Ryan Nehring,
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