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rain
Field slave says I don't have 2 dollars to get into your dance party
But brother could you allow us just a little lemonade and please leave it

Out of the ashes of my past
These little things come crawling back
They're plotting wars and planting seeds of doubt that are growing faster

to the dragon
Ready for battle
All eyes are on the one who rides the white horse
Fire in his eyes sword lifted high
A roar like never before
As heaven and hell

at resting like zeros are round,
Your wonderful light in this motion was found.
"As is" I have tried to reflect you by pencil.
I hope and believe that my trick

Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky

deserted isle

Are there tools to start a fire? I need to start a fire
Will you be the warm host to my parasite

deserted isle

Are there tools to start a fire? I need to start a fire
Will you be the warm host to my parasite

cities while others moving in
Find a couple politicians pay money to get it in
Start local be at state by the time my kids are men
Voting without the money

echoes retweet
Silenced by the challenge they meet 
The challenge to be heard with the things that you say 

There's a war and there's a chance that we

tides tossin' free
Never, never holdin' back
Rock and rollers drift by

Turn to summer, goes so fast
Seems I'll never see you
One weekend

inwards, I won’t swallow my pride
My life is tangible when it’s unclarified

The vehemence of self denial

Sanguine, the liquid of life is now polluted by

There are men, begging to be free
Stranded there, against the door 
With their heads hung down
If all of this is real, then the dream is over,
And I

Born in tears again 
 To take the holy gift 
 We are chosen by the same fate 
 To cleave the lazy mist 
 And I feel the life is running 
 Through my

Simply that, phenomenologically, in
The ayahuasca experience
They are encountered by people
All over the world
And most frequently of all
The spirit

Swollen, swollen, swollen man my junk gets swollen, when that really hot chic walks by

Look at what she's wearing, you can see her underwear man, me

Late night revellers ears are still ringing from
Sticky carpets and amplified jubilation
And the bouncers make peace the drunken patrons

Sunday

place to go 
We know who we are, this is our home

cs years go by, and memories get old
Some may fade while other ones grow
Let them be as they will be

the wolves sound like
They sound like...
Mystery murder, hide and seeking, I'll count to ten without peeking
You guys are good but don't come out, just give me

the whereabouts of that friend, afar 
I could rush there but roads are lost on me
Is she in Verinag or Dooru, Shahabad? 
Why did she then enshroud her charm? 

Pity

the midst of the putrid masses
Redemption by mutilation
freedom by shackling

Praised be the eternal 
I am delivered
I cried out to my God
He heard my voice

you can't know my feelings
Even when they're spoken free
This lonely, damaged construct
My secluded legacy

The shine by her eyes
That smile still

weren't there.
We try to simplify, but the days go by and by.
Pass the plate, or pass the hat?
Someone had to ask.
I've got a tradecraft you're going

you can’t know my feelings
Even when they’re spoken free
This lonely, damaged construct;
My secluded legacy

The shine by her eyes
That smile

the sky
And stay by my cradle
'Til morning is nigh

Be near me, Lord Jesus
I ask You to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I pray

Bless all the dear