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Continuum

Erra

Drift

2016

own
Personal graveyard
Of emotion and past mistakes

Close my eyes
And I can hear you calling
From behind
Close my eyes
I swear I feel you

Looping around

The sound of slaughter

Cold bodies hit the ground

 

Keep on mistaking

Peace for death

In blood red fields

The world is a graveyard

 

to my madness
And I reply, "do you want me to lose it?"
I could take it to the graveyard by dissecting it, toothless
Toothless
Toothless
Toothless

of carrion follow He comes to fill the graveyards up Setting sails towards your last mask Through bleeding wounds yet to come  The gentle touch of violin

to harden everything that could go soft

taking my place as a saviour

taking my place as a goddess

taking my doubts to the graveyard

hoping that nobody

""Again I penetrate the graveyard soil my necrotic needs are reborn thrashing my way into the infested I catch a glimpse of the dead Choosing my

go

Cleared a trail through the wreckage of blue on the ground
The landing the lightning and moonbeams we had found
Are we near to the graveyard

take your bitch
She rate this drip and take this dick
Graveyard shift, can't wait for this
Save my shit, that's what made me rich
This month made

at the life of a negroe
Look at the youth
Graveyard issa
Moshpit

I'm  elevating, levetating, meditating
What you saying
I'm hesitating
I'm changing ways

When

bitch
? every night like it's graveyard shift
I kill em all and crush em small barron?
Will spinning in my head with rusty ball bearings
Banked

""Shovelling his way through the graveyard soil Home of the deceased repository of vermin Beads of perspiration are standing on his brow Rutting

You know what I'm on
Graveyard shift, we nah gon' take the night off
If you feeling lonely
You can hit my phone
You may not believe me, but you're

young I used to walk from Louis Sean graveyard
All the way to frontline to get Lizzie (yeah)
Chromes and Gutta prolly chase somethin' down, Pully chef

Cynisicm dead and blown
Shattered lives in killing zones again

Chorus

And as I watch the graveyard generation slide
Stumbling like walking dead all devoid

you love? 
Who do you love? 
Who do you love? 

Tombstone hand and a graveyard mine,
Just 22 and I don't mind dying.

Who do you love? 
Who do you love?

Yeah, down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in

And look how the sun shines from under the cloudes
There's no gas no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now

But here in this graveyard it's still no mans

shops are looking like graveyards
All my friends got married to a day job

Violet sky
Hold me tighter
Feel my fire slip into your lungs
Wandering eyes

Hey you,
Do you remember me?
Fifteen sitting in a graveyard,
Talking about their history,
Are you sleeping well at night?
Your eyes are closed,

fears
Like those suffering some
Survive sunrise
Caskets of fire in the water screaming
War is the cry of the infants singing
Graveyard fields prize those

at the graveyard you're laughing to the bank
you say you're trying hard but secretly you're giving thanks
while your hollow heart goes out to them, thoughts

Graveyards overflow full of broken bones, forgotten stones
Sentenced to death by the ghosts of those that once drew breath
A torn and tattered veil

Kunte
Follow my rules, still I rise and take
Graveyard shifts of the day and night
Just my food that these fiends wan' take
For my money I make

Certain was the fear trembling in your father's chest - encountering the ancients in a graveyard for those who never rest. Even the wind lay still,