FIRST 4

Lord i think I’m sorry but I’m just a
Cut away
Lord i wanna be special, i’m just a cut away

Way no way the last stop but who stays
lve lived and died thousand times and watched the clock approach my line
I’ve wasted mine
I missed the case
I’ve hated listening so I let the meaning get on up and slip away

Little baby wants an answer now
Coming up to the house I used to love in
Tapping on the window still
I’m a creature
Must be
High on
Living
Giving me
Feeling
Electrical stability
But over time
The the body starts to die
And even atrophy
Gladly it’s all preventable
In godly way
And then we gotta say...












Break check
Crashing
the melting;
Divine Passion
Windows smashing
Moments flashing
Highs go fleeting and trail
The days that got away

The days that got away

Light engulfs your soul
flames in the hallway
Still burning next to every photo
hanging on the wall with nappy dust-bunny walkway
In a place forever,
waiting around
for a day
Further way,
stumbled in a future’s cave
wrecking housing
Similar as tooth decay
The wind has blew away
To make a new land
For the agriculture to stay
It’ll win the system
It’ll beat the planet
It’ll keep on living
It’ll know the tragic
Thriving green intelligence
that dies along your ground
being swept behind in sluggish scatter
For new life to form
more banter on some foolish advancements,
newer mistakes
To take place of what the negative stance is, in our history pamphlet
shake existing til it ruins all space in the distance
That will then stand as the day
that writes in
“the end of all living”
It’s the end of all living
How does it end to the living?

Break check
Crashing
the melting of living Passion
Windows smashing
Moments flashing
Highs go fleeting and trail
The days that got away

The days that got away
Apart of days that got a say

a rumble to the core of the world
The streets take damage by groups of colors mixings in a mob of hoping for the better and fighting for the never and overseeing that everyone will one day live the same
But fight with all the blood until that day becomes today

Break
Check
Passion
Melting
Boiling
Windows
Crowds
Streets
Cities
Marching
Efficient

Makes a story that comes in ways of musical bonding,
formed by ancestor patterns
stemmed from sonic roots
All sonic rules
In sonic lyrics and titles
And covers; groove art; a reflection of life
Find your reason of why


Making beats to bring ritual to your heart
If you can see all of your parts; x-ray to your body
Unveil the characters dancing on the ins of your chest, just having a party

Healing the creases displayed on your soul

It’s late you should go

Hoping you find a piece of your home

on the way to where only dead ones know

You can wake up every day
create a new way to begin for the end
we all know someday

Lets just not let it be now
Right now can be ours

Finally letting go
Find the things that mean the most


Real life
is it anything i’d like
What is real life?