Heard a lot of things through the grapevine
Heard the tick-tock of the clock, still I feel fine
All my hours feel so close
To the kiss of morning
Though sky's morose
And the clouds are mourning
Take my leather-bound journal to the Lethe
All the wayworn souls by that river won't forget me
Frozen
In the bitter blizzard that's called
Wisdom
Build a brazen movement
Then a kingdom
You lost reverence
Because of close proximity
Your residence
Is in the bowels of normalcy
Sages eaten
Know I
Do keep a pen in my vicinity
Able to knight a willing subject
Upon a bended knee
Don't vie
For my vantage point, unpreparedly
'Cause you might be harrowed
By the things your inner eyes will see
Pick a card
Wonder who you'll meet upon the boulevard
Of your dreams
Met the Reaper just the other day
The scenes with themes
Macabre
Are embedded in my very seams
Abracadabra
Create as I speak and I speak as it truly seems
Speak too much truth
Gotta lie low
Hard to spit a rhyme while in Hades with a halo
I feel craft is the lotion to dryness
When you next address me
You may utter words: Your Highness
Frozen
In the bitter blizzard that's called
Wisdom
Build a brazen movement
Then a kingdom
137 - Bitter Blizzard Lyrics
137 - Bitter Blizzard Lyrics
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Heard a lot of things through the grapevine
Heard the tick-tock of the clock, still I feel fine
All my hours feel so close
To the kiss of morning
Though sky's morose
And the clouds are mourning
Take my leather-bound journal to the Lethe
All the wayworn souls by that river won't forget me
Frozen
In the bitter blizzard that's called
Wisdom
Build a brazen movement
Then a kingdom
You lost reverence
Because of close proximity
Your residence
Is in the bowels of normalcy
Sages eaten
Know I
Do keep a pen in my vicinity
Able to knight a willing subject
Upon a bended knee
Don't vie
For my vantage point, unpreparedly
'Cause you might be harrowed
By the things your inner eyes will see
Pick a card
Wonder who you'll meet upon the boulevard
Of your dreams
Met the Reaper just the other day
The scenes with themes
Macabre
Are embedded in my very seams
Abracadabra
Create as I speak and I speak as it truly seems
Speak too much truth
Gotta lie low
Hard to spit a rhyme while in Hades with a halo
I feel craft is the lotion to dryness
When you next address me
You may utter words: Your Highness
Frozen
In the bitter blizzard that's called
Wisdom
Build a brazen movement
Then a kingdom
Heard the tick-tock of the clock, still I feel fine
All my hours feel so close
To the kiss of morning
Though sky's morose
And the clouds are mourning
Take my leather-bound journal to the Lethe
All the wayworn souls by that river won't forget me
Frozen
In the bitter blizzard that's called
Wisdom
Build a brazen movement
Then a kingdom
You lost reverence
Because of close proximity
Your residence
Is in the bowels of normalcy
Sages eaten
Know I
Do keep a pen in my vicinity
Able to knight a willing subject
Upon a bended knee
Don't vie
For my vantage point, unpreparedly
'Cause you might be harrowed
By the things your inner eyes will see
Pick a card
Wonder who you'll meet upon the boulevard
Of your dreams
Met the Reaper just the other day
The scenes with themes
Macabre
Are embedded in my very seams
Abracadabra
Create as I speak and I speak as it truly seems
Speak too much truth
Gotta lie low
Hard to spit a rhyme while in Hades with a halo
I feel craft is the lotion to dryness
When you next address me
You may utter words: Your Highness
Frozen
In the bitter blizzard that's called
Wisdom
Build a brazen movement
Then a kingdom
Writer: Alejandro Grant
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