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the bar room chatter
Like that old AM static
His hoarse voice over the roar

While the music still plays
Through the wind and the rain
And that guitar strap

toward my old apartment door.
Hopes and dreams of youth still in my head
cs I walked these hills toward what's ahead.


Many years have come and gone since

Getting bullied by my own self
Not a real world, but it's my world
I don't want to, but I will do
Anything in my power just to blossom
Fuck the gossip
Keep

Only had one chance
Hurry up And react
An enemy to brave
There are no rules
In their ears shouts a voice
Which is telling to pack some stuffs
Some

land
Me and God, sunset to sunrise
Vacation plans
For my eternal soul, the funds cleared
Listen, voices of a child
The son's seers
Old men gather around

Spoken word piece:

Leaving at 11: 00, walking past your windows
See the kitchen, full of television?
Men who grow up in silence, need a voice
Old

In the dark
There's no finding me
All
These tears are new to you
far in the past to me
Ghosts of an old world circle in
Around me
I hear their voices

disease, men's heart failing for fear
When hatred grows like wild fire with wickedness carefully designed
It's signs of the end time!
A day foretold by

Ten staggered automated voices on a loop
Give me the special with wheels I gotta get out of the soup
I won't even pack, the lay lines just point

Living life on the sidelines
Watch years fucking fly by
I'll be safe if I stay inside

I was feeling kinda down
Driving around town
Thinking about old

We fell in love with those old skies,
painted in dreams,
and sweet echoes of fairies voice.

We still are white phantoms lost in Haapsalu.

We lived

you feel alive
I bet this makes you open your eyes listen to this
The best school is the minds of old men with chess wit
Young heart street smart

Can‘t camouflage your bel étage but your crossed lines
You‘re pointing fingers now that I‘m rotated by pi
You kickstarted all my problems but I guess I

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision

a forgotten species
Endangered in isolation
To all of the people who inclined
To sit by my fireside
The light fades in the night
When the last ember dies
To be

Thought they was a screw loose
But I'm tryna kick old habits like I'm Bruce
Everything I touch, I fuckin' bruise

Tired of sayin' give me time
Tired

They said « in the morning, comes the storm »
So as always, I will be bored
They start to run away when I come by choice, (as always)
When I'm with

heard your last voice atana afufu

Chukwu biko lapu tanyi
From this bondage me I no one hustle for my old age
We kill the game one shot that is a close

Christmas, it's coming around
With its hymns and carols, that holiday sound
As we sing, young and old

I can't wait for Christmas, it's coming around
Letters

I been trappin in the game and i was 15 years old
Hella bags for some papers I have flipped, dawg
Step by step, all around
We got 50s
Now we ballin,

Azathoth's Lullaby ceases, the old gods will be released from their prison
As their voice, I will hasten their spread into the modern world through that which

like the old pistons

Niggas need to talk loud just to voice their opinion
My niggas pull up and have to change your image
We don't do no drive-bys, we

Watching the time go by, can’t wait to be a bigger person
Look at my fingers fly, can you tell me where I’m going?
Is there a reason why, so many

and the lions
They're scared to raise their voices in disasters long foreseen
I hate your lives
Falsegood and lies
I hate your World
Your paradise drowns in chaos