I hate the way this game we play makes me hate your beautiful face
Eye Use you for my excape aint ready for change the pain always helps this music I make we are getting used too the pain
Cutting the roots so no food is obtained
Telling the truth when we blame
Begging for change like a *** with a sign
That says people cant change
Evil insane keep you in flames like a heart on fire no water for hours leaving this race
Running away with a sour taste another hour too waste hoping too devour a trace of that pain we incased in a painting today
Saving the grains evaded restraints taking the pain then
Staying awake
For a couple of hours taking meteor showers falling down on your surface till your earth splits fealing underpowered like a nervous coward
Dead flowers om the table my angel. I don't think this demon will save you ill take you beyond your limits its vivid but this spirit wont break you