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At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woke him out of a dream
By a vision

of Death
Their essence, the ground claims

Gallons, gallons
By the soil consumed
Minerals return to the ground
Sapped by the roots that surround
Gallons,

glad that I'm out of it with drive
Burnt soil is where all the plants thrive
I just wanna make it out so I can survive
I stay by my side
Chandeliers

of merely being

Mind rot
Decaying

Blind death
In soluble

An archaic rain of weeping gods
soaking the soils of man
The archetype of morbid reality

Pale

Newness the only soil dis ney knows
Unlike most
My brain isn't a universal studio
Now imagine all these theme parks in one place
Can you see my face light

shouldn't still adore you
I know your love for me is 6 feet in the soil
Can we take it back to the way it was?
Can I be enough for you, babe?
It's almost

and soil will shake, we’ll make the mountain ranges crumble in the sun
Infantile we were flayed by the pale stone
Until we cast aside all the grey flesh we

debilitating stances defiant of scourge
Society yawning as silence passes by to answer a mass call

Try to type and Skype a violent virus by mind's design

doors
I can't enjoy this life all by my self
Time is my money so gimme the wealth
Riding with niggas that's loyal, till we hit the soil
Yea that's how we

Don't think i do because by eight o clock i haven't came by and scooped you up
Always busy excuses apart of the grind
But the truth is
I owe yo fine ass

brúðar.""

Thrice burned, thrice born, thrice blessed
Fertilized by the devious one
In different shapes she manifest

Impaled, scarred and torned
Mighty

Held by never-ceasing gusts they roam
In your sight they blend with all you've known
Feeding on your breath they stir and soar
As your tears fall

(Yeah)
Every time I call you say I do this every time (Aye, my bad)
Makin this shit complicated you know that I'm tryin (Yeah, uh)
Shit it caught me by

look upon them?
Vibrant flowers that were picked at the stems?
Roots remain but the soil was sold
They can't regrow
Another songbird silenced
By

O it doesn't even matter anymore
As the warm blood splatters on the floor
Bugs gather at the door
Hands in the air 'cause the cancer's in the soil

other chemicals
From the dumped rubbish bags furniture and waste materials
That leaking oils so nothing grows in the soils
Hear the cries of the alley

other chemicals
From the dumped rubbish bags furniture and waste materials
That leaking oils so nothing grows in the soils
Hear the cries of the alley

Granny where the yams is
I'm grand granted, this green gracefully gon
Grab you by the panties, and prance blandly
In the abstract of rappers running

How people love you has me perplexed
And I refuse to be the next

Chameleon
Your deceit will catch up to you
Burdened by the weight of your fallacies

feeling 'bout his murdered family
By a loyal army

He plays it passionately, with the tune he borrowed from Marley
He mentions soils of gold
Now shattered

on patience?
Big bro caked up, Mulan (Mulan) 
I'm closing my eyes 'round Asians (yeah)
How she like to play with my life?
I blaze right by the Caucasians
She say

The impious, wise
The madman will be thought a brave man
And the wicked will be esteemed as good
As for the soul
And the belief that it is immortal by nature

in the dark
All alone and cold inside
Absent from love and all sparks
Fill this void ain’t satisfied

Mesmerized by your sweet lies
Bitten deep inside

fucking southside
Blacking out really hitting my stride
While I'm sitting on a bar stool
At Jekyll and Hyde
I'm getting heckle all the time
By my fickle