Move and don't stop and don't stop

Move and move and don't stop don't stop

Searching for faith

Searching for fate

Inside the man

I do conversate

Can you realate

We can debate

Inside the man

Is the whole thing

Move and don't stop and don't stop

Move and move and don't stop don't stop

Outside is flesh

Has on a vest

It is our armor

Protected in armor

Inside grace

Finding grace

She is glory

Gluh gluh gluh glory

Move and don't stop and don't stop

Move and move and don't stop don't stop


I am falling down

Falling down

Again in a race

Inside my fate

Give a **** what you say

I am so boring

So ******* boring

Cannot conversate

I cannot relate

Even to the feeling

Of how it is to love talking

Lastly i'm an odd being.



To better understand the mind of myself, that I know is an addict, a procrastinating word twister, listener, holding truths that only cut the skin.
The flesh, below, withstands like some sort of iron, gift.
Lifting my soul to look for my Lord, finding that I am insane in the brain, not for the Lord but for the love of liquor, the love of herbal, whole mind insecure but the Lord knows I can move.
With my voice the very mountains that surround me I can and I will land in heaven with my Lord
smiling, smiling, cleansed of the world's habits.
Having the power to entertwine with the very nature of true minds.