I wore this burden so fast around my neck. Playing a game with hopes that I'll be in check. I've loved this cliff so high above and still fell to the ocean floor where I found love. Precipice Carolers singing to the fish.
I love the game the game is fixed we're begging all the same. See the breath the wild feast on every letter of my name. Hope is just a line we've crossed too many times. A line is just hope so we crossed our fingers tight.
Chagrin faced when poker lace goes backwards up the wall. I'll be the kicker in the metamorphic stall. Take me for granted, you have turned to granite. Eyes for wells, tried get back my coins back and so I fell.
Eyes for wells, yet I still fell, never climbing up, drinking from his cup.
I'll be the kicker in the metaphoric stall. Picking up the mess from every fist we ever shook. Bruised and torn for every wall, a color sees of lack.
God bless this wonderful home.
God bless this ugly lawn.
God bless this wretched stench
God bless this wonderful home.
God bless this horrible stye.
God bless this miserable room.
I painted a portrait of god, she looked like something I lost. Wasn't this lifeless dream, but a reflection of me.
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