I love the way you hate me so much, don’t really get why you acting so fussed, all I really want is to touch and be touched, That way there’s no need for the situation to be reversed, just for a little reverb as I read the words.] Serendipity flip my mentality, you cannot challenge me actually, done with the passive reactionary fallacies, all lost, none forgiven, instances of incidents, walk away, sink or swim, whimsical moments flash by with no remorse, contort your vision of what you thought to be the lord, concord can fly, flap back without lies, lonely dreamer anatomy, what have these seams split about? change your route with a round-about, and round about here disappear with no clear focus, Misled lens lends pens to the preacher but never focus on the breachers of boundaries and barriers, launch 52 Harriers and send out these warriors, worry ya grandmamma about the grandfather clock on the floor, spent 50 years there and now spend 50 more, metaphors force five’s down the throat of six subliminal sentincers, mention the entrances and end all the senselessness, best bliss lifts ten contenders from depression, spoil essence, her stressing, not contesting the west wing of the mountains top, right where the mountains stop come the greatest drop in the share prices, share vices of devices as the vices close the wisest chapter ever written, I’m itching for the kitchen and then wishing for a mission, lift them up above the system on pulley system just like fishing, adjust your vision or you’ll miss them, depends on which way you decide to twist them, challenging existence to a race that only the tortoise could win, With a pace that challenges everything you thought you knew within, holding out for better days just cos that’s the phrase that pays, one waits while the other wades through the core of his decisions, It’s just pitching a curve ball at your face... but where’s the bat at??? act lacks facts; pc dominates the MacDonald’s accounting system, so you can pick a card and max out all that you’ve been saving, slaving over a hot stove 8 hours a day cos he was a chef for a living, now he’s a handy man slash musician cos he prefers the fiddling, Say what you want it’s just hearsay, I can’t hear grey, just as I won’t see your voice coming to destroy the stage, Faced rage on this page like a clear sunny day, it’s weird hay... the type of stuff that makes horses go crazy, while driving Miss Daisy, I missed all the daisies, as I was focussing on exactly what was actually in coming up in front of me, Head on collision, our minds merge for a better decision. [I love the way you hate me so much, don’t really get why you acting so fussed, all I really want is to touch and be touched, that way there’s no need for the situation to be reversed, just for a little reverb as I read the words.
credits
from Sentiments to Cinders,
released October 10, 2013
Instrumental by Mainvein
Written, produced, arranged by ThiNXx
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