Lyrics:
town, we be racin' on a weekday
I'm windin' up the gun, submachine, ay! (Pow!)
Like Rambo don't push, pull the trig, ay!
Grip the wheel like I'm pullin'
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In the park
Maker of day and night that gives me quiet rest
Shaper of clay, my life is in Your hands
Greet my heart with joy
Teach me though it's painful
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In
eyes
All I see is blinding light
I want you to live your life
How it was designed
So will you take My hand, as we walk in the sand
Oh will you dance with
potion
An unseen hand has taken me hostage
The life I once held fades to grey
Let me sleep the night away
My suffering can't last forever
I've broken
baring doughy hands
They stay describing some twisty
Experience with a folding tongue reflexing
To interfere with none that can
Be changed by
To the dreamland
From her right hand
Feel her heartbeat
Better run
Feathered fun
Burning from the love seat
Go dumb
Gotta ton
Loving when she rubs me
In a bun
Yet
my side
It's seams
Sewn and threaded well
By hands unseen
I wish that I could show you how
The sun is setting so you reach for your phone
You need
of chaos
Failed schemes and broken dreams
That were forced down by the unseen hand
What's left is the bitter admission of fate
Take me
Link me to the sun
circuits shiny pcbs like art
Meat and flesh and LEDS
my brain is fueled by kerosine
Half man half pork and half machine
Porkman roams around worlds unseen
Irish
That isn't your fault
Raise up our voices like dogs in a pack
Thankful for honest man, we never lack
We got them by twenties, we got them by ones
and there's more left unseen
There's not much I can do to repay all you've done
So I give my hands to use
This is my desire
This is my return
This is my desire
pockets and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
Holding a
30
Pop me a
30
Take em by
3s
Call me steph curry
I'm Neva worried
100s All
Dirty
Ass fat
And
That pussy
On
Kerby
Switching
laid out before his eyes
Blissfully unaware, he reigned with a steady hand
Unaware of the horrors soon to come, his downfall at hand
O Oedipus, O tragic
tryin to look
I learned one thing so far, the answer's not in a book
Many paths to choose from written by the hands of man
But they were all still alive,
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
I see reality again
Darkness in my eyes disappears
Bloodbath, paralyzed by fear
Lost in rotten dreams
Was it me who made that damage?
Was it my hand
Feeling lost inside
Head bumping fast
Heart beating in my chest
Lost in the tide
But you calm the storm with your hands
You've done it and you always
Strayed from the me
I used to be
Reminded by the past unseen
The past unseen
What will my mind reveal
This world, what it means
If only you stayed
clap, the recording now pristine
Her hand grasping out, went sorely unseen
Are we in Manchester yet? I can't quite tell
Too blinded by our happiness,
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