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for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in
overwhelmed and held by you
The rain will turn to dust
The clouds will still at your feet
Thats what I see when I stand in your grace
You take my shame
goblin don't resort to robbin
Cuz' I'm in puttin in work yea I'm gettin' that bread
Even when I'm hanging by a thread I still put forward my best foot
Take
enrolled in pigeon philosophy
One oh one, why don't you tell me mister know it all
I'm not the one letting my open mind withdrawal
What do even mean by that?
Way way back then
Back years ago
I was given four names
By which I’d be known
And I knew not then
Still don’t know now
How to live by this name
How
I'm at my home on own
I got angels all around me when I sit on my thrown
So that makes me the king
The new kind with golden crest on my ring
Shining
of shiny Stacey Adams
I'm gon' pull myself up by my wingtips and look good doing it
I'm the double talking, double consciousness of Du Bois
and the glorious,
recognize
And I'll recognize you
Bet I'd recognize you
Sense in my forehead and love in my chest
Levels affected by what I ingest
Though I fly by the wings
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
From 15 shades of dog's dust
We fell in fields of flowers
Felt like dancing in the dusk
But didn't have the power now we had a place
It wasn't much,
There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their outlines softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed,
asked for less
I feel like a hero with this S on my chest
Surrounded by the crest but with no time to rest
Cause I'm lookin at this game and I still ain't
blood like it tastes of love
Am I a shell of what I left?
A saint forever marked by the devil's crest
Hands around my throat praying for a breath
luck
I move for my own when I become stuck
You can tell by my walls my patches get rough
But enough is enough
I'll spend my last dollar to finish this
of a beautiful color paper hat
I'm thinking of a number from one to home
One ridiculous tenement with no
Wings to spread i'm home again inside my
Box of cardboard
mommy Bravado disappears Forgetting all of my orders What am I doing here? Clouding smoke and dust Screams build to a roar Portrait of pure hell Painted
all of my orders
What am I doing here?
Clouding smoke and dust
Screams build to a roar
Portrait of pure hell
Painted on the shore
Bobbing
When all the bodies fall will they shun the light
And dust their feet on brittle stone
And all this time is wasted on an assembly line
To keep things
rain
The guilt that sets my soul free
I give time for the angst to,
Surround me
The angels that have drown their wings
Their cries, they sing
They wait
a dark cave
I am flying on my purpose my song
Though you've never really known I was there
And if my wings should fail
My heart will not faint
I am steady
Disturbed The Monster in the desert the throne room mine I'm the crest of the crescent City on my journey and I brought every weapon I love the battlefield
gleam, distant scream
Vision of a shrieking fiend
Hearts not piteous
Waxed wings of Icarus
Torn from me, shorn from me
Destroying my ability
To grasp
Waking up felt dreary
Hungry and alone
Surrounded by bunk beds
How can i feel so alone
Bells were chiming
As i sat at the end of my bed
Watching
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)
Deep in black roses
Dateless
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