Lyrics:
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I, taking over Christmas
You mad
Or naw...
Cut the trimmings and yutides
Jingle bells not on my dime
Knocking wreathes up off your door
Merry
grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
But for
TO PROPHETS AND HEALERS
JUST TAKE ME UNDERGROUND
FAR FROM THIS MADDING CROWD
NO WREATHES OR VIOLINS
SAVE YOUR PITY FOR YOUR OWN SINS UP THERE
AIN'T NO HEAVEN
of solitude
My steps wreathe legacy within this path of exile
It's not just about surviving it's about
Getting through the storm and recognizing yourself
Well
of solitude
My steps wreathe legacy within this path of exile
It's not just about surviving it's about
Getting through the storm and recognizing yourself
Well
me a wreathe
Finesse me a check then I count it all up
Ain't numb off a xani went dumb on morphine
Because where I'm from I can't give it all up
Run up
the waves
We'll wreathe upon our lovers graves
This is the way of the worlds to and fro
The emergence of the stars behold
Is now before your eyes
Before your
And taste the tears that you will spill
I live beneath
The orders of the One
There is nowhere to run
I'll gift you wreathe
Of soul corrosion
There is nowhere
wreathe in bliss
One terrible caress
Transcending human nature
His wine be death
To us, to drink
And if flesh fails
The spirit will triumph
The Fire is
Nightmares you just cannot sleep
All of the zannies need
Now your just stuck in a wreathe
Now your just stuck in a wreathe
You,
Can’t deny
That I’m the one
and consuming the body and its flaws
Oh but a moment - a cordoned fleeting thought
Wreathe the breathing trauma with a silver-lined charade
Drink the supple
a wardrobe where scratchy wreathes streak mildly
In the Argentine countryside, the little owls await the hour
Like the Creole and the Indians
They wait
bloom
Despair retreats, and faith returns
In crimson wreathes
Plucked from the garden that is me expanding
Faith returns in crimson wreathes
Locked from
said I need to chill
Rip my face as I wreathe
Take my sword out the sheath
I tear my eyes out cause I'm sick of these screens
Cant run away from
couldn't rip with the roughness"
Rhymes kick your teeth, but end up front-less
Soul survivor of a thousand beats
Sending funeral wreathes to all ya
Mournfully cry o'er my island
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale
Dissolves in the sun
Love's web is spun, cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briers
of the leaf I blow a wreathe
Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif?
It seems like he got a
Mouth full of gold teeth
Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green
Young money we
Mournfully cry o'er my island
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale
Dissolves in the sun
Love's web is spun, cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briers
wreathe within the dark
Within my dark domain
and weary
Leading resistance and still laying wreathes
How can we stand by and watch this happen?
Is this the justice we preach
It seems too much to ask
I climb up on the roof, you tell me what to do
Straighten all the lights, spruce up all the trees, decorate the panes with shining wreathes
Shovel
For eternity, borne endlessly forward
On tides both vast and unknown
I wreathe myself in emptiness
Here in the place I call home
My burdens, my past,
the tree
Unwrap me under the tree
It’s all about l-o-v-e
L-o-v-e this year
It’s all about l-o-v-e
L-o-v-e this year
Under the wreathe
Just you and me
Let’s
Through the wreathes
All my limbs
Ripe and cleaved
Arms
Won't raise
The air
Is warm
Now
It feels
Like home
Love me now
Whole unharmed
Till I break
In your
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