The Intro

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He saved me, then healed me
Filled me with the agility
To no longer feel gritty
Holy, holy, holy, and his spirit rebuilt me

Hear it? Don't fear it
It's nearing, and its appearance
Is near finished I tear and feel
Distinguished

My will relinquished, but still sinking in the sand like quicksand. But isn't it grand
Because of a fan, I keep managing, planning as I'm amping up a whole new plan again
To bring new brands of things never been heard or felt before
Words not bland, because they've never been dealt

Like this burst, I have felt. I don't plan to melt when this Earth is pelt with fire
All desires will wilt. Mine's just higher than any key of Mariah. What a provider
I focus on higher and don't know how to deny his plan
It's finer. Is it a sign or just? Or is it just

Is it just a fanny pack? Like when I was stuck with no plan and can't react
But it didn't manage to damage my track. In fact, the opposite
Reaction came back so positive as I was back spinning
So here I am, back winning at the beginning

Of a new age, no new rage. Just pen to page as I'm listening
To sweet symphonies. Think of the sympathy. Think of it simply
I've been given it, though it's bittersweet. I rearrange it so it fits for me
But is it weak of me or just that deep? Becoming a luxury or am I

Just luckily stumbling on these words as my feet are cursed
The world's crumbling in front of me, making me feel worse. Debate jumping from 120 feet
Though my knees are weak and I feel like I'm numb with tongue dry stuck to cheek as I speak
Realize sometimes I'm just a freak

But see that's not me. Must be this devil inside of me. Violently attacking
Like I'm trying to be acting. Just taken back by the swing of my bat. Didn't know
How far I could reach as I'm blinded, but suddenly I can see it's what's inside of me
Wrapping up my mind in this napkin. Ripping off this finely intertwined, designed Afghan

I don't mind being last man standing, but why don't we ask Tim? Cause last time I checked
It's a giant ask. Though I'm not asking. Sure, Jurassic
I know five guys eating burgers and fries will come back swinging at it
Then I'm like, is that it Why am I even backed into this corner

That's all I'm asking. No intent to trash them. In fact
Was wishing they'd ask if I could combat with them
Just wanted to come bat with them
Now I'll come back swinging, but no sweat

He saved me, then healed me. Filled me with the agility
To no longer feel gritty. Holy, holy, holy. His spirit rebuilt me. Don't hear it, fear it
It's near, and its appearance is near finished
But still, I tear, and I'm feeling distinguished

Why am I still sinking in this sand, like quicksand? But isn't it grand
Because of a fan, I keep managing
I'm planning, as I'm amping up, a whole new plan again
To bring my new brands of things

It's never been heard or felt. These words are not bland
because they've never been dealt
It's like this burst I felt
I don't plan to melt when this Earth is pelt with this fire

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