Lyrics:
memories of her father's disgrace
Amen, she gives her prayers another way
She drinks her soul into the flames
To be in a distorted heaven
Oh man, she
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
to those that I thought was close
But you was hiding your true feelings I suppose
Distorted my memories when I mmm...
I'll give it a century for I mmm...
She
a depiction that can induce insomnia
Protecting the correlation to the Gods of the purest soil contradicted by blue faced propaganda
You got a vision?
Prove it
love is a hurricane of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.
So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams
of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.
So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams the longer he's ignored
in a prison
Mentally disfigured, distorted, & puzzled by the piece/peace that's missing
He'll be your neurologist to diagnose the problem, evaluate
stanzas
Yet still I fight these demons
Throned by upper-crusted phantoms
Eidolon mafioso, Nostradamus, solo no-show
Alone with oafs who nose-goes their
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
the butt of a joke
Step on the butt of my cigarette, I ain't finished yet
I'm not even close
'Cause close-ups get pixelated, distorted
Important to take
Do you remember me
I threw away the keys
You were my everything
Locked all my windows
Just to let you know
I have found a new dream
Memory, you're
not there
Cos you’re directed by the schemes
I’m affected by the means
Of Mr Memory Man
I’m trying not to keep the blues around - don’t suppose
Penitentiary living wasn't the life for us
Growing up growing up
Distorted memory giving to the kids, instead of love
Hi
I'm inside of your mind for a little
Counterfeit, counterfeit
Boy, you not worth it
Almost could say
You distorted my purpose
Temporary pleasure
For a lifetime of pain
Good thing I saw
I
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
over black asphalt
Simple pleasures, jubilant confusion (hi)
Guarded by the curtains of adult hands
Who disinfect wounds with amniotic fluid
There's
Vagabond put down your ho and rake
Tramp lost his hand because he stole from pharaohs plate
His mate is now a concubine, don't dare to call it rape
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
That's him in the corner of social oblivion
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges
Buried in
potential huge
I'm only potent with the Lord's omnipotence
Only if I put in the time for God
I know my life in his hands,
So my rhymes been hot
Yeah
Ain't no
potential huge
I'm only potent with the Lord's omnipotence
Only if I put in the time for God
I know my life in his hands,
So my rhymes been hot
Yeah
Ain't no
transmission
Reflected By a white light that glows rainbow through my prism
Pineal proportions, world Distorted, cosmic perceptions And the Land of the Lost
PASSAGE
Come , come where water's wither
Goes throught the flow, upset memories
I am the mother of your fears...
Receive my soul, save me, forgive
learned to use scripture
He never learned so in turn he's paintin me a distorted picture
Hand around the county dollar feedin' me grief
Said the price
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