lying Posing for your still visions Acedemic postcard prisons Raise your chin, love Purged a poem I swore was finished Heaping lines half chewed unconscious Settle on a plot, chalk another loss
stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time for tea and a time for expiring And the notice to quit is in the post: And you should know: your
over that stretch, into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode. I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for loss got
over that strech into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clear coat i'm at a loss for words, but i know a lot of words for loss i
anchor's up, your ship has been sailed Close your eyes to fight The demons deep within your mind Satisfy your worst intentions I'm your sacrifice Dressing yourself up to kill You do this for
soldier, unknown grave On his dying words, he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your
is war Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose Don't have the cure for Holding on to your
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
near The gift of life Treasure it, for it is pure Embrace it with all your heart Not a thousand years of pain Would be worth the loss of this I hold for
with your lack of trust in yourself With your loss of words, design your fate Don't burden me with your lack of trust in yourself With your loss of words, design your
steep the flat is where you scorn buckling steady breathing weed your thoughts there's something missing yield to you why the strain sour taste with every word at loss for
flat is where you scorn Buckling, stead you breathing Weed your thoughts There's something missing Yielded to you Why the strain? Sour taste with every word At loss for
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
arms they hold down amongst the words that made in these fields. From pressure to pain I wish to stay away In the measure I test with your love for me
hold in your last breath and stare assure me your metronome left arm stick shift is stuck on the right words in your ear could you hear me loud and clear
anchor's up, your ship has been sailed. Close your eyes to fight the demons deep within your mind. Satisfy your worst intentions. I'm your sacrifice. Dressing yourself up to kill; You do this for
, ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts Just for my people Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range Dose brains close to the range To rope frames for
falling in love is before you even know it. Falling down, Falling down, so hold your breath, Prepare for the worst, cut your losses. In the perfect word