Man I'm rocking man, I'm rocking
Hear me when I'm talking
Truth spoken where lies are spoken often
Die daily awake inside a coffin
Fighting my flesh its a giant no Tom Coughlin
The smell of death
Like the smell of breath with out flossing
This world wilding like a mosh pit
Disgusting like *****
Waiting for God to clean it like comet
The truth hits harder than a following star
I'm rocking like a chunk of a dead planet
Floating out in space stranded.
End of life can anyone plan it.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Man I'm rocking man, I'm rocking
Hear me when I'm talking
Truth spoken where lies are spoken often
Die daily awake inside a coffin
Fighting my flesh its a giant no Tom Coughlin
The smell of death
Like the smell of breath with out flossing
This world wilding like a mosh pit
Disgusting like *****
Waiting for God to clean it like comet
The truth hits harder than a following star
I'm rocking like a chunk of a dead planet
Floating out in space stranded.
End of life can anyone plan it.
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