knees / but today won't sleep not for the weak / "I can't" / this brings no hope to the ones that don't give a shit who / "I can't" / and see through
your knees / but today won't sleep not for the weak / "I can't" / this brings no hope to the ones that don't give a shit who / "I can't" / and see through
of the media makes it so difficult To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted
the time that I have left I scan that cold horizon Searching for a kindred soul, Someone to rely upon We disconnected and Heaven sent Sheltered in dead
is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power? What perversion
So adequate for my etiquete So I let it hit the bottom of my head and its A dead page in a story thats been told so many times in the scroll That I keep
Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power? What perversion
to corns, hands and calluses but the heart is warm And, my hair is wooly and attract a lot of energy Even negative she gotta dead that the head wrap
