Aiding From Beyond (feat. Trent.)

Vanishing within the words of perishing pairs for the beams shot across the sky Beyond, it bears somewhere Speckles over top of us, enlightened with care March fourteenth, start of AFB in the air Some swear; cooperation operations seeking minuscule minds we take down Are they not fully aware of the construct of this so called life that seems to demonstrate the message of it being "unfair"? Handling small disputes as we benefit with innocence that embrace the inherited Some things were just bare misinterpreted By any chance, we were seeking to interpret it Finding what were about but I'm already gone Plan ahead fully, but balance now Withdrawn to break the inseam between me reaching dawn Never fall to the doubt out mouth And, I wanna know Aiding from beyond and I gotta show The heavy picks up, where y'all wanna go? Is this my fault? Do they want it though? You can't let them grow when you falling low Write till the end of time, Allen Poe This a lackluster event captivating eyes by a prize, arise Five times, faint ties, control Ideals sadly not really matching up But, it's gonna live up to what was hatching up from the start and how it all was patching up to the same wants; bonded, never ate enough But, I guess it's really 'cause I never rave enough And, I'm always speaking like I crave the "rough" Bottle brain switches as it bites above Never been the same way since we dropped the love You can't save the savior You can't save the savior Nothings ever perfect Don't think that you deserve it And still believe in just this: I don't see it anymore Nothing's ever perfect Don't think that you deserve it And still believe in just this: I don't see it anyway Nothing's ever perfect Don't think that you deserve it And still believe in just this (You can't save the savior) I don't see it anyway (You can't save the savior) And still believe in just this (You can't save the savior) I don't see it anyway (You can't save the savior) Friends Within The Darkness I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city Shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young. I was so young It hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible Not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance trying to connect The old composers Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Brahms Were the only ones who spoke to me, and they were dead Finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and monotonous jobs by strange men behind desks Men without eyes. Men without faces who would take my hours, break them, piss on them Now, I work for the editors the readers the critics but still hang around and drink with Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the Bee Some buddies, some men Sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in