Stir The ***


Do you ever feel like you are in a constant battle with the demons inside your head.
strive to greet from places unknown
faces, traces & love...
gear up the votes
loud & clear

to bury my head of times let go
regardless of humanoid traces
spaces, chases & death
we are the humanoid put to the test
tortured by hand the folks should pray

Savor the minty locks dismissed
Split ends we both share
Share the devils plat of disguises
charter the bridge to come sit beside us
below there's a desert come across the river Nile

bridge a gap to hold the mounted deal
great fluid to arched mines
erases, coil & lettuce
Stir the ***