Lyrics:
very paralyzed
Crippled by the limitations of my own mind
How can I move
If the hands of my belief are tied?
Blessed is she who believes without seeing
I
crushed
Who would have thought it would be this way?
Walkin' on goddamn eggshells each and every day
Streets patrolled by armored saints, pussy ass stone
to judge someone
For where they are today
Tomorrow they might be the reason you believe in Grace
// Here we are
// I apologize to you for my darkest side
// My lie, my cry, my flight were fake
// I try to say something to you, but my tongue is
thrill
You can say that my trade is a dying skill
Been working late nights yeah at the mill
Some say
One day
We may
Be replaced by automated machinery
But
24/7
Put the darkness on
We forgot we wanted more
We will conquer
We will rise a new world
You and me we'll refill
Sea of love
Time goes crawling by
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
counting on you
so let the candle burn away
not a saint or a sinner
but I've learned through the years
that it only hurts
when you're controlled by your
or are you numb uh
I see everything we built becoming dust
Not spec of you in sight every memory being brushed
Realized I failed to grab a hold of your
on the scar of a cigarette
I'm lost, I'm lost from finding
Is what you told me true?
The highway lights are blinding
Still I believe
Morning comes
a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur do malcontent
Will haunt us one by one,
The spirit of the heart will carry on.
Are you listening, to the voices as they scream.
Calling to the masses with
Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with the good publicist
Maybe tomorrow statues are insecure without their foes
Go ask the frog what the scorpion
meme war. we are the new pl.
seashel.l trilithium sulfate. amniotic fluid
summoned into existence by martha stewart
farfanoogle krill noodle pluto
talking beer and
The tied up luggage
Did you hide the knives by
The dry rub bucket?
Lead 'em out single file
Tell them why the kids gone wild
And when they
lose all our fears
Who says a grown man's not supposed to cry
Overcome by emotion and he don't know why
Who says the sinner one day won't be a saint
past tense
Can you imagine where we would be without rapping
Life isn't as beautiful if it doesn't have blackness
Preach
Yo, H-I-S-T-O-R-Y, that's me
You
will tread water until the end for them
You don't get it though
We are who y'all ain't
Gets vicious though, it's like we true
Y'all ain't
LEG, Don
He outta zone imma charge to deliver
I took his shit nigga cry me a river
Ar 15 slide em back to his giver
Beat up the pack like I'm anderson silva
I
But maintain a two some walks a gravel road
Resurrection is a skill only saints are good at
I want to, but I know I never will
And I know
It all
Uh-huh Young John
No longer in home studios
Need For Peace
Off of Saint And Sinner
Dead friends
Is all i could think about
Will it ever end
Who let
of the Tetons now
Can't be stopped, rock till my feet goes out
If the beat goes out, there's a reason now
We are beyond proud
Saints to the crown, snaking 'em out
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