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'Proper Cut' by Thinkin Dark


Why do I see a flashlight today?
Someone fair is not bright today.
Why ain’t the balance white today?
Polaroid’s all I got left.
I don't know who pressed it first
Or how the picture was red.
But I know just what the reel’s like
That’s lying in the sack instead.
Like a face held out in pride.
A face that makes you somewhat cry.
A face that matches with the colour of pie.
A face that mocks everyone that’s tall.
(It searches everything)
So I know now it's a crime to wink or grin
That the face is no more fearing me
In spite of being in the recycle bin…

It's like my polaroid is cooking a snack
It's like the webcam is thoroughly dead
It's like I can't let this gearing begin
It's like the face on the selfie-stick is, our biggest sin.

I know you’ve bought that face for free
Points for all the takes you need
You've fought a face on the flipside too
Your polaroid's probably worse
I don't know who set it off first but I know everything’s planned
Everybody acts like the subject matter is
Adding your following fans but
Everybody has a face that they hold in pride.
A face that makes them somewhat cry.
A face that matches with the colour of pie.
A face that mocks everyone that’s tall.
(Still searching everything)
So I know now when it's a crime to wink or grin
That the face that side is clicking you too
Without a 4-letter pin…

It's like my polaroid is cooking a snack
It's like the webcam is thoroughly dead
It's like I can't let this gearing begin
It's like the face on this selfie-stick is, our biggest sin.

The bun goes brown,
I let the apps display me...

The fun shuts down,
I let the tech replay me...





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