By Arcassin Burnham


Immune To the grasp of the sword but it manage to get some cuts in,
all jokes aside for the killers that ride every day for an unnecessary purposes,
bills to pay when knowing your worth in a system that'll over exploit and do the
most,
its just not even worth it,
look for the people that live a box and they'll tell you what real life's worth is,
don't you give into the serpent,
that roams around the earth and pulls curtains,
that leaves dead spirits in your house , leave your mind in a drought and try to
resurface,
From The powers within and a strength from a country that don't really care about
us,
Therefore , the love and the freedoms diminished in the population where we
have the right to trust...

Man its common sense,
the truth is heaven sent,
everything is evident,
they laugh behind the scenes while drinking fine wine,
leading distortion and corruption like the dickens in a hell pit,
its common sense,
let me say it again,
Man its common sense,
the truth is heaven sent,
everything is evident,
they laugh behind the scenes while drinking fine wine,
leading distortion and corruption like the dickens in a hell pit,

Man its common sense.



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He told me you were beautiful,
he told me you had everything,
that i would like and even more,
predicting futures more like wedding rings,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,

And have nothing more to give,
to anyone else,
You better keep me happy while i'm investing my time into you...

and i,
would like,
to see,
you,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,

And have nothing more to give,
to anyone else,

You better keep me happy while i'm investing my time into you.