Square One

Wait til you see what i've got comin,
Under your seat you will reach,
Smooth designs, perfect in spectrum,
Crawling times, maybe too late.

So lets begin, start at Square One,
You diseased what we had going my son,
Repairing, no point of no trace,
Around the first swing begining at the niche of your face.

I feel the wind blow against my face.

Now wait til you see what i've got coming,
So lets begin, star at Square One,
Thumb on head, pulling the whiskers on your chin,
Energy of yours, i'll steal and release,
now let me see you get up and walk again

I feel the wind blow against my face,
It gives me no mercy, no free time, no dead space,
Im walking in circles, layed out in a straight line,
My times growing short,
my hunger grows thin, and theres no threshold in sight

Darkness thrives in the void,
But always yields to purifying light.



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Cj Solar, Jake Mitchell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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