premonitions all to real. We dwell like antique paintings older every day, until a thief steals you from the wall in the shadows of creative eclipses. I've noticed your
premonitions all too real. We dwell like antique paintings older every day, Until a thief steals you from the wall In the shadows of creative eclipses. I've noticed your
This moon was a planet just like earth, Only it is even deader. The pistols of its flowers are the only protection Against insects, which were More preoccupied
All relaxed with nails bit to the quick While golden was the silence, Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt. The burdened saw the damage, Absorbed
Long walks with my temper Take me down a dead end street In contemplation; Where do we start at the end? Before I could collect myself, I'm vacuumed
you weep, From your head down to the sleet. Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place Void in all hints of home. Watch with your heart, run with your gut
Yellow turns this courage badge Into a valentinal trash. These are the crushes meant to crush you. The contact was dry, But exasperating like a teething
away From roads as thick as foam. You wish to burn the candles That quietly service the arm. Another day with the shades pulled down Until the swallow
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of wretched-looking Sister faces, Breathing the air of scare and tyranny. He hunched right over, for me to use his back And write out the eviction Notice from my heart
Being premonitions all too real. We dwell like antique paintings older every day, Until a thief steals you from the wall In the shadows of creative eclipses. I've noticed your
Something is slowing me down. It makes its way through my arms, And through these fatigued worn fingers In fury-fevered lashings of the claw. I somehow
your face, promise me if I cave in and break And leave myself open that I won't be makin' a mistake 'Cause I'm a I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart
poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock, and apply pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin I grab mics and push niggas to the left so fast their hearts
you were gone, but understood [Beyond] Hey dad, I miss you, for everyday gone And for the rest of my life, try to remain strong Until we reunite, live on, your
what he thought he had heard until almost he himself believed what he was creating to be true until lie upon lie piled on top of itself until the pressure
