Speaking with harmony in the voice
As if the voice was a master of song
Anguished I stand, but the voice lifts this man
Reminiscing of the past, the voice clears the 'crast
Waking up to burnt paper
Conquering, bonkers, being in the eyes of the rager
Out the cage sir
Cannot keep this beast from his feast
Elite type of dance as I march in with my mighty feet
Crazy mutha'fucka cannot duck em so he gonna **** em
And the battle begins, Holy Wars within, the man is the vessel of eternal stories voices from the light but I can still hear the dark speak within the night, the flesh sees what it likes, the light take me make me mighty.
I will not fall, stall, nor crawl.
I shall run
Run the game
Run the world
Run till I live with the Holy Son
Let it begin
Voice in the Light within.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
Speaking with harmony in the voice
As if the voice was a master of song
Anguished I stand, but the voice lifts this man
Reminiscing of the past, the voice clears the 'crast
Waking up to burnt paper
Conquering, bonkers, being in the eyes of the rager
Out the cage sir
Cannot keep this beast from his feast
Elite type of dance as I march in with my mighty feet
Crazy mutha'fucka cannot duck em so he gonna **** em
And the battle begins, Holy Wars within, the man is the vessel of eternal stories voices from the light but I can still hear the dark speak within the night, the flesh sees what it likes, the light take me make me mighty.
I will not fall, stall, nor crawl.
I shall run
Run the game
Run the world
Run till I live with the Holy Son
Let it begin
Voice in the Light within.
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