Before the fame or the money. It’s my faith and the will to write a song in it’s sunny day
I read the whole thing. Put to one’s eyes and his test to survive, life is like a king or a maze. Life is like a bitch written 15 building blocks, heart pounding love is dried but the healing caught like a sowing machine, different concealing in effect for what the body fiends. Keep a tide for the strengths
That's death to paint an average. I sit my head down and frame seconds into magic. That has me in a madness, I start to see different, the times I could change are only light to plot and glistens, listen
Flaws in existence made out of interest. Standing in the rush, self doubt no vengeance whether what is it’s standing corner not defending. Sky for the treasures, forever last in pleasures. Your included in my prayers behind my bars like a prisoner, come and leave like a visitor
The brothers are cool, but if you really reject em’ then you starting to become a fool
I’m walking on water bloody murder has it..smell the tress sounds like a hazard..
But I'm the only one who could backflip on the mattress, hoping on curses
Watch em serve from they help, but it's a day in a life, but I promised you to go and I fell
Never amount to nothing greater just watching me saying it from the table where commiment is my own
It you standing cross from me deja vu or rendezvous, whatever they telling you to
Just on the microphone check one two- one two
I can't keep focused ahead, wondering bout the last time if I’m grey to the dead
Or the last words to speak in the breath that only reflect regret, feeling
The world is a terrible place that lacks healing
It’s the knowing of death, but hell's the processing of flesh to the morning my skull arrays
Taste the sugar inside the sun if you reach of heaven’s gates
But the ones mistaken for love are the rivals that's sensation, that carries faces from blood
It keeps freezing from the ghosts to the envy of trust
It comes together in frequencies like vowels, spelled from my defeat, not to sound out I mean a spell as a curse not to spell an act of doubt or drought
So a miserable day is the view from positions not the hearing and taste, but the taste is almost left out water at night
Just the reservation of light is confusion of sight. (Pineal gland)
I’m imprisoned in the same minds that sleep but the mind is the numbers that the codes and share to breach
Thumbs carrying different colors, just hovers and the shape takes after like the mothers, but shape is mother nature or nurture on the summer is the virtu of the circle but to no one's surprise, is a portal what is normal attracted to the torsos
But the hand is the feeding to annoyance and feeds onto the morsel
So the crust becomes formal to the dress
It’s in Morse code but the action is a source code
TAB key and press for the card to let the torch go. But where does torch go in the cross bow?
I read the whole thing. Put to one’s eyes and his test to survive, life is like a king or a maze. Life is like a bitch written 15 building blocks, heart pounding love is dried but the healing caught like a sowing machine, different concealing in effect for what the body fiends. Keep a tide for the strengths
That's death to paint an average. I sit my head down and frame seconds into magic. That has me in a madness, I start to see different, the times I could change are only light to plot and glistens, listen
Flaws in existence made out of interest. Standing in the rush, self doubt no vengeance whether what is it’s standing corner not defending. Sky for the treasures, forever last in pleasures. Your included in my prayers behind my bars like a prisoner, come and leave like a visitor
The brothers are cool, but if you really reject em’ then you starting to become a fool
I’m walking on water bloody murder has it..smell the tress sounds like a hazard..
But I'm the only one who could backflip on the mattress, hoping on curses
Watch em serve from they help, but it's a day in a life, but I promised you to go and I fell
Never amount to nothing greater just watching me saying it from the table where commiment is my own
It you standing cross from me deja vu or rendezvous, whatever they telling you to
Just on the microphone check one two- one two
I can't keep focused ahead, wondering bout the last time if I’m grey to the dead
Or the last words to speak in the breath that only reflect regret, feeling
The world is a terrible place that lacks healing
It’s the knowing of death, but hell's the processing of flesh to the morning my skull arrays
Taste the sugar inside the sun if you reach of heaven’s gates
But the ones mistaken for love are the rivals that's sensation, that carries faces from blood
It keeps freezing from the ghosts to the envy of trust
It comes together in frequencies like vowels, spelled from my defeat, not to sound out I mean a spell as a curse not to spell an act of doubt or drought
So a miserable day is the view from positions not the hearing and taste, but the taste is almost left out water at night
Just the reservation of light is confusion of sight. (Pineal gland)
I’m imprisoned in the same minds that sleep but the mind is the numbers that the codes and share to breach
Thumbs carrying different colors, just hovers and the shape takes after like the mothers, but shape is mother nature or nurture on the summer is the virtu of the circle but to no one's surprise, is a portal what is normal attracted to the torsos
But the hand is the feeding to annoyance and feeds onto the morsel
So the crust becomes formal to the dress
It’s in Morse code but the action is a source code
TAB key and press for the card to let the torch go. But where does torch go in the cross bow?
( Guy Mearkle )
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