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Stalking like Stalin
Red-eyed watchin
they stallin
fallin burnt like Sodom
that's why we're slidin
at the bottom of the slalom
line 'em up like collums
I knock 'em down like Sampson
as I pound and pound
my word like a damn fist
'til my hand hits
and rips
into your fake fascade
shakin their faith
and awaken their GOD
amazing's the grace
when I'm placing you all
in the Lake of Fire
which isn't a place
but the pain of desire
as you wade in the mire
you see the pain in my iris
so mistaken
you're flayed
so mishapend your likeness
stop taken it like this
we're designed for much more
but deep inside our core
we like the fu_kin' WAR

Word

me...
not an idea...of who i think i should be
me...
like i see for the trees...the disease
can be scene in the breeze...when we breath
when we bleed for the speach
if it's free...
then it's seen as belief
if it's free...
then it's speaks in the eaves
and in the speak easy
in the dreams
and in the heat...believe me

in her eyes

Hope
But I don’t know if it’s enough

As I swing in limbo

From the lips of her cusp

And it’s hope

That keeps me going

And it’s hope

That lets me cope

And it’s hope that makes me think

Like why’d I do the dope?

And it’s hope that lets me see her

At the end of this…

Proverbial rope

Hope

When I open my eyes

And it’s hope that lets ‘em close

When the tears and the cries

Ruin my disquise

‘Cause inside I hope she sees me

in the light of surprise

with delight in her eyes

at midnight

a full moon

Shining bright I surmise



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