[Verse 1]
Dripping blood through the speaker.
Diligent through hardships autumn is the perfect teacher
Beyond decently expressing pilgrimage, deafs falling through the common procedure
Striving in a life of sin where Jesus couldn't hither.
So, please reconsider your opinion when I'm checking in the lifeless inn
Brawlin with leviathan
No Parkinson's he's eyein' easy targets in
Detonate before Galileo sentences bring the mental prisons in
The Cerebral requires adequate nutrition
Still a tad bit too prodigious
Head where the crown sits, and spits the verbal Auschwitz
Feel it in your heart throb
Stimulants feverish, get you closer to god everytime the head nod.
They said anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity
Stevie when they wonder
Look beneath the pigment and see the symmetry
Symmetrical self proclaimed prophecy's bullshits what they ought to be
My father is what my father should've thought to be
And, Honestly I don't think love has a color, or a gender
Scripted scriptures stroked in HD, and still couldn't receive the bigger picture
Scrutinize the oddities
Whatever, pot leafs finding serenity
Steam the quality broccoli
Til the Franklin's spire robust in quantity
Dripping blood through the speaker.
Diligent through hardships autumn is the perfect teacher
Beyond decently expressing pilgrimage, deafs falling through the common procedure
Striving in a life of sin where Jesus couldn't hither.
So, please reconsider your opinion when I'm checking in the lifeless inn
Brawlin with leviathan
No Parkinson's he's eyein' easy targets in
Detonate before Galileo sentences bring the mental prisons in
The Cerebral requires adequate nutrition
Still a tad bit too prodigious
Head where the crown sits, and spits the verbal Auschwitz
Feel it in your heart throb
Stimulants feverish, get you closer to god everytime the head nod.
They said anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity
Stevie when they wonder
Look beneath the pigment and see the symmetry
Symmetrical self proclaimed prophecy's bullshits what they ought to be
My father is what my father should've thought to be
And, Honestly I don't think love has a color, or a gender
Scripted scriptures stroked in HD, and still couldn't receive the bigger picture
Scrutinize the oddities
Whatever, pot leafs finding serenity
Steam the quality broccoli
Til the Franklin's spire robust in quantity
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