Reaching toward the clouds
And I can't tell what had been eating me
Releasing me the tree has treated me as if we're equals
Leaving teasers for the next bite of enlightenment.
The spider crawled my shoulder
Guide my soul
My soul is guiding it
This could just very well
Reveal my iris as something widened
Blind no whitening
Crime no crying for the violence end it
Lights or no
My mic is on
So check the mood my mind is on
The timing groans commotion
Timed revolt to see the lines I wrote
Scripted proto fiction morning sickness giving birth to visions
Timid tense return the tension
Nervous cursing burns within him
What a lovely sight now isn't it.
What a lovely sight now isn't it
Don't you feel the spirits living in this rich dimension
Criticism centered round the self
A shell not swell a prison
Life is only what you give it
Live it to the fullest
Don't you listen to the fools
And don't you listen to the bull shit.
Don't you feel the spirits living in this rich dimension
Criticism centered round the self
A shell not swell a prison
Life is only what you give it
Live it to the fullest
Don't you listen to the fools
And don't you listen to the bull shit.
Left in sections reliance on the rhythm
Lying to himself and now he's trying to forgive him
Dies with the horizon like a diamond
Highly cryptic
Left a message in an image
Like he's writing hieroglyphics
Life is living
Death is just forgetting
Giving up resistive
Everything he's written
Ridden off a road
And now he's winning with a ribbon
Living with the soul that he's been given grinning.
No more pressure
Gotta get that push back
Chilling in the kitchen
I'm not chicken but I cook that
No more beef
No more enemies
No more fighting until revival of the energy
Oh my g'd try to turn the off on
Medic with the message like Hawthorne all yours
Too many calls to the author
Luke warm flow make it hot
I'm your father
Everybody wants a man of the year
And I'm standing right here
With my pen and my fears on some paper
But they jumped off the page and they're dangerous
Script is lifting from the african languages
Staying attached to the dracula
Living in a casket with rats on his back
Cause like damn what:
These words must be protected
Trust in the world you manifested
Your eye turner may make another's head spin
Regret is not an option as we turn the impossible into applaudable
Miss natural I hope to not misuse or be misunderstood as we get in tune
Synchronize in not just the physical
Becoming one with the trees has made me psychic
Open up your third eyelids
Burst out your shell and come touch me
I won't resist you