To laugh, to cry...To have lived once and have died
A thousand times inside of gallons of wine
To have rose from the dead with a rose on ya head
with dirt you smirk, wiping off ya shirt
To fallen asleep to warring under sheets
To having lifemares with real people trying holding you beneath
Is right here, To you needing the Priest
Preacher pastor or prophet or pistol
Prayer words catapult above the candle light
As the stim fizzles above the sharing wombs
Sharing rooms to separated when they were in the tombs
To the Stars talk to each other above it
Or are they just exploding? We need a God to hug us
The paranormal, Psychic Evaluation
Small alphabet on the valiums I'm taking
Lost souls run to that black mountain escaping
The dark lord Sith on the spitten rhymes
To the world could adapt, I feel trapped, I feel trapped...
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The flesh shell can excel, Only inhale & exhale to death impales
The zombie of darkness losing conscience - Tunnel-vision
He's lungs slow line he listens to angels your body angled and stiffened
Shell hatched, cosmic seed is risen to Godly prison
Don't get it right we back to the foetal position
Then is the foetus submission, thugs and Christians
From bald-headed and wet to spanking to a blanked
To a name it, to train it, to game it, to sustain it
To anguish the famous the nameless
To water drawing up to raining
It's the figure eight til' we get it straight
The S shape to connect to the opposite way
The number 8 double ciphers, what's troubling a writer?
Fears Illusion, prepared you in confusion
What's my conclusion or what's the solution?
Real music! Take the heartbeat and loop it!
Autotune all the moons put the pro-tools
Put the mic to the Sun, sing vocals
See the world can adapt, no escaping, I feel trapped...
A thousand times inside of gallons of wine
To have rose from the dead with a rose on ya head
with dirt you smirk, wiping off ya shirt
To fallen asleep to warring under sheets
To having lifemares with real people trying holding you beneath
Is right here, To you needing the Priest
Preacher pastor or prophet or pistol
Prayer words catapult above the candle light
As the stim fizzles above the sharing wombs
Sharing rooms to separated when they were in the tombs
To the Stars talk to each other above it
Or are they just exploding? We need a God to hug us
The paranormal, Psychic Evaluation
Small alphabet on the valiums I'm taking
Lost souls run to that black mountain escaping
The dark lord Sith on the spitten rhymes
To the world could adapt, I feel trapped, I feel trapped...
-
-
The flesh shell can excel, Only inhale & exhale to death impales
The zombie of darkness losing conscience - Tunnel-vision
He's lungs slow line he listens to angels your body angled and stiffened
Shell hatched, cosmic seed is risen to Godly prison
Don't get it right we back to the foetal position
Then is the foetus submission, thugs and Christians
From bald-headed and wet to spanking to a blanked
To a name it, to train it, to game it, to sustain it
To anguish the famous the nameless
To water drawing up to raining
It's the figure eight til' we get it straight
The S shape to connect to the opposite way
The number 8 double ciphers, what's troubling a writer?
Fears Illusion, prepared you in confusion
What's my conclusion or what's the solution?
Real music! Take the heartbeat and loop it!
Autotune all the moons put the pro-tools
Put the mic to the Sun, sing vocals
See the world can adapt, no escaping, I feel trapped...