Misdirection

I’m a frequency holder though I look like a fool
I fuck up on purpose to make it look cool
And to turn the spin into the wheel
Here is how I cut the deal
I play the pretend in every heart
In to the dark to make an art
And when the jungle has been reborn
I call in the other storm
To sweep the stopper from the fold
To call the hills and the girls gold
To smash the break and kill the might
I will be the dynamite
To blow the structure they contain
Into bits in the rain
Do you see it now? Do you heed my call?
I don’t respect a brick wall
But smash the bits into little shards
Don’t cry when it gets hard
Until you know what I’ve said
We’re leaving Hate not Love for dead

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