Lyrics:
In poetry He responded In portraiture Staring at my face As he scribbled on napkins I wrote to him In poetry He responded In portraiture Staring at my
the music But you so damn beautiful Wish I was a painter And not your regular degular I'll be your personal portraiture And everyday I'll still write you
She goes to school in Washington A major in self-portraiture Her poster in a record store You meet her in a parking lot Blue sequins for
Frustration In my lexicon of hate I see you with your portraiture Does he love you? Does he love you too? The brush strokes Kiss your breasts
to your messy messy portraiture Because dark and silent it waits for you ahead Making so much garbage each and every day We make this shit for you to throw
to draw Hard to admit that I used to draw Portraiture in a human form Doodle of a two-headed unicorn, it was soothing Moving his arm in a fusion of man
Crumpled as discarded canvases I feel the pain of the consequence Bite my tongue, i've failed at portraiture And this sketch i've made is so amateur I'm
nothing They are cameras, so I don't see this world's offensive nature, and cancerous portraitures Everything's black and white Can't paint it right But
She lies enthralled on marble Steam and blood reflect in her mirrors Eyes black in envy Torment stains at the sight of inflection Portraiture
the mood of our composition Or the details in our portraiture We are the architects of our own fortune I aim to be literal and spiritual Yet everyday I
Waiting for the changing face of portraiture Escaping desire that for me is only breaking The will I have to carry on this heartache Compounded by
to fall away Portraiture of beloved family softly rots away Beneath the wreckage scented with decay Myth of origin slips beneath the waves with pieces you
STAY WITH ME YOUR BEAUTIFUL CLOUDS AND MAGDALENE LAUNDRIES THE LIST GETS WAY TOO LONG FOR EVERY MASTERPIECE OF PORTRAITURE AND SONG AND WHEN NOTHING
scribbling my notes, trynna create a clear image in weird metaphors Of who I am and who they were, it's my task, my Portraiture My knuckles are scraped down
a fool on the linen The young Sidney Pottier Of the portraiture Bad energy In the space Results in forfeiture The force is in em I know who really for me
glory etched in every brown child carved in his portraiture Jesus lived with full awareness of his jewish heritage The unspoken prejudices towards
transformation I don't think I need to rearrange her Mother Nature is the ultimate portraiture My eyes close Your eyes are closed The beauty of the world is
me seeing Hoping all my growth will still further me for the peaking Yeah Portraiture, and my source is words Imagery seen as my voice is heard But
hire a portraiture Maybe I'll make one for myself I'm the friend I've always wanted I'm the friend I've always needed I'm the friend I've always wanted
are the devil seeds, My dorian's portraiture Extols me and misleads Extols me and misleads! Well, I am villain! Afraid of me! Well, I am villain! Away
ammunition to the dome Portraiture pastel colour scheming lie As we exhale our last breath and die Harsh legislation befitting the crime Humanity
cake up Kill the silence Fill the wood With the palm trees I can take ya To the islands Put the sand Under our feet The portraiture With no
Celebrity heads... Remembered rotten Not survived by their character Just twisted memorial portraiture Fates exemplified in Pop Art barbarism Obituarial
lighting one Opposite of daughters but Yemaya is the holy Goddess Author of our fortune full moon in a portraiture Paint the silhouette, still wet
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