It's it's just a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless
I'm anxious forest for the wide-open vacant spaces, a man traveling abroad Caveness, going ape shit. after you over cross walks a life avenues passing through measure of the magnitude overwhelming realm the healm of these bad attitudes, make me animal insane it's redo-rick combined with a face like Dirk Benedict, a world with no solid settlements, on going evidence, that's succumbing to the numbing of these medicines gives us arrested resting sleeping awake in the bed of sin, seeking severance from the suspended connections of the pendulum. cut rope business. flee to the cabin beyond, reach no so long pronounce speech, that Phantom is gone. leaving behind his song refusing to be a pawn in OZ armed, searching amenity in strong harm. First The matter was gray, formed the fireclay let it burn for several days, dormant in my dorm stay form from any hate, journey back to the barren lands from which I had escaped, but first was faced and held fort for a fortnight, 40 thieves versus only me, my course light, Staggering patterns with Coors lites. when the passion for passing with facemask laughing fashions my irrational fashion displaying those actions. Hoping it doesn't backlash backwards. BACKWASH anchors my angers and gives answers. yea, we form art into an art form and stay anxious, yo we from line build and we stay anxious
It's it's just a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless. a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless
You gotta stay anxious, be a monster. Make way for your own stones a step. Take them to the ends of the earth and back. realize where you've been and where your going. take way, head to the signs of this earth
You got to make way for your own stepping stones, I'm zoned out morn of the day when death hit home. no ways to convey hurt besides these relentless poems, desensitizing my inner Ohms. never understood true pain till my man was slain on sunny days with sorrow, torment produces rain, I'm confused, who do I blame, who do I trust, had enough of these nightmares when times become a rough. ready to bust. emotional volcanoes erupt, forever active how be passive about OPM? you call yourself paramedics because you carry anesthetics, my brother died I'll never forget it and since physical strain is easier to maintain then brain strain, it truly stresses limits of my ethics, to put myself in a situation where life might play its last credits, but I won't let it. living life on the ledge but standing far from the edge, I beg to stay here where I feel stable. 360 pivot maximize options, in turn, turn into doctrines and offerings love develops inside a template
Walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless. a template walk the terrain and felling my pain, it's endless, pockets of change looking for change, but it's senseless. we maintain regardless of pain train to soul body and mind frames relentless
