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The all seeing eye gazed over every grotto and cave
The crevice deep I had to leap over every ounce of the rage
I couldn't perceive grief or swallow the pain
What it amounts to mane isn't chic, Or squeaky clean it squalors my brain
Watered the rain, The repetition unique
Kept decisions beliefs from when you crawled out the legs
The dead kept lurking, The feds ain't searching, In bed I'm churning
The first thing said right after my birthing, Earnestly follows my days
It's all worthless, Treasures fell into the urn and
They reveled in the hurting, The comet keeps turning
The misconception's purpose was to throw me off learning
Holy God churches
The mirror was the church that didn't hold me like virgins
It's a stony path worn in, Roll me then burn it
I wasn't closely observing, The stones and dirt working like hearses
Reservice my urges, Focus on nursing
The cursive read words I muttered, The dust wasn't subtle
Crushed under rubble, To cry out is a must the blood puddles
The mud muddled thoughts replies loud the crunch rebutted
Tough luck done it, And when stunts repercussion,
Flying leads to a fall that's only what's coming
The drive eventually stalls so the block needs jumping, Clock keeps running
Clutching shot hands done it, Understand what I move massive
Yo, The lands dried up the rivers ran backwards
The plans die young but I couldn't injure my passion
In the grass laughing, Sand gets everywhere the grains get scratchy
Like Mark Twain on the rapids
Nothing so needs reforming as other peoples habits
A stain on the magic, In comfort a place of mourning only weighing what's tragic
Bout to hunt action, the blast passes
The ashes laid to rest the fertilizer take effect
Classes making stress, There's more to cry your emulsified words breaking breath
Code of silence ache when wept
Replacing depth with the coldish iron, The garden of Eden temptation Kobe Bryant
The start of a season gave slowly dying, Covid virus, The arteries serrated blood open flying
Love's focused blinding, It's a drug in my eyes and My mouth getting dryer
Taking strides on a wire, Angered cries uninvited
The water lines keep rising, The soldered wire broke when it was needed
Conceited pleases only greeted with mugging that's meaner
You ain't gotta clutch on that heater, The muscle held back demons
The plummet built strats evil, The light at the end of the tunnel revealing my easel
The nights that I wish I didn't fumble repealing me peaceful
Concealing each treatise that recedes then creates the upheaval