Sweetened possessive farce
Our saints become sparse
And it's an option to
Did you say make it rain for you?
I'll make it
"There's a point in time where you cant think for
Could we please shut our mouthes for awhile?
Only just awhile...
Time is a canvas and I will paint it
And with
When I die I'll die with my mercy
When she cries
No home.
This is not any form of home.
Home is where
i realize i'm dead
i'm fucked in the head
i'm not living
There it goes it goes with her
It never leaves so
That guilt you've denied will only defeat you
So stay clean
Cynics and Christ-like hypocrites
How they stick to you
Like glue
Jealous and
Go Son
If You Get Up But They Strap You Around
Then
where have you been?
i've been here
waiting anticipating
coping with tears
where
creature do the ones you hurt
come into the dreams your
Did you say make it rain for you
I'd make it
cover mewhen i runcover methrough the firesomething not beyond the
Creature do the ones you hurt come into the dreams
