Spewing through my pores
are obviously vocal cords
I'm sweating cause don't you notice how heaven is getting bored.
-- And lord I know we children
but give us something appealing,
cause hell it just seems enticing
cause sin is clearly unwilling to,
release us from its wrath and be spiritual,
my spirits in this clash with this alcohol--
but I try not to break the law
by sleeping this poison off
I'm squeamish
believe me
I'm sick
and suffering from withdrawal,
cause all i see is Sandy Hook behind the walls
and in front of my iris
my silence becoming violent
exhaling louder than sirens
I'm sighing cause you be lying,
you say!
That you will save us
if we put nothing above you
but you taking our children
we made them to be just like you:
I'm sleep.
But if I wake up
will you incarnate a savior
cause jesus is highly needed
don't tell me its human nature!?
to pull the trigger,
peal off -- a mind set against the lord,
pop -- pop they let off should i be packing a sawed-off
Na
But I'm speaking from my core
its obvious that I'm lost
I'm screaming but don't you notice how heaven choose to ignore.
And lord I see the irony
but I'm not even 60
why are you choosing to hire me
is it because I'm gifted, a voice?
I had no choice
cause the devil trying to recruit me rolls royce;
Versace starter kit it's not hard to convince me I swear--
he's talking salary
how the ******* will miss me
just put this ounce in your pocket
and listen Nina closely
"just trust me I got your back with Nina don't need a safety"
I'm loyal,
so should I start to bang
cause if you can't beat them stay
I need a hymn to sing as I hold the burner to my face--
remember what the preacher say,
if your feeling lost, pray
I never had a voice
Trayvone Martin never had a say
so is the prayer worth it,
will jesus even surface,
the creases on my faith is shaped like Eve and Adams serpent;
I'm lying to my friends
I'm not religious on purpose
I'm a servant to the truth
but seems the truth is out of service.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
Spewing through my pores
are obviously vocal cords
I'm sweating cause don't you notice how heaven is getting bored.
-- And lord I know we children
but give us something appealing,
cause hell it just seems enticing
cause sin is clearly unwilling to,
release us from its wrath and be spiritual,
my spirits in this clash with this alcohol--
but I try not to break the law
by sleeping this poison off
I'm squeamish
believe me
I'm sick
and suffering from withdrawal,
cause all i see is Sandy Hook behind the walls
and in front of my iris
my silence becoming violent
exhaling louder than sirens
I'm sighing cause you be lying,
you say!
That you will save us
if we put nothing above you
but you taking our children
we made them to be just like you:
I'm sleep.
But if I wake up
will you incarnate a savior
cause jesus is highly needed
don't tell me its human nature!?
to pull the trigger,
peal off -- a mind set against the lord,
pop -- pop they let off should i be packing a sawed-off
Na
But I'm speaking from my core
its obvious that I'm lost
I'm screaming but don't you notice how heaven choose to ignore.
And lord I see the irony
but I'm not even 60
why are you choosing to hire me
is it because I'm gifted, a voice?
I had no choice
cause the devil trying to recruit me rolls royce;
Versace starter kit it's not hard to convince me I swear--
he's talking salary
how the ******* will miss me
just put this ounce in your pocket
and listen Nina closely
"just trust me I got your back with Nina don't need a safety"
I'm loyal,
so should I start to bang
cause if you can't beat them stay
I need a hymn to sing as I hold the burner to my face--
remember what the preacher say,
if your feeling lost, pray
I never had a voice
Trayvone Martin never had a say
so is the prayer worth it,
will jesus even surface,
the creases on my faith is shaped like Eve and Adams serpent;
I'm lying to my friends
I'm not religious on purpose
I'm a servant to the truth
but seems the truth is out of service.
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