Define Divine
Breaking plates in mental states
I'm feeling
Wishing for reality
To be the way it use to be
Influenced by the media
None of you have an idea
Ideologies you clench them close
Whatever comforts most
Tip my cup up for the toast
Your consciousness is but a ghost
I will not look back no more
Eyes open I held the door
I will not look back no more
Eyes open I held the door
Lessons learned within folklore
I pick myself up from the floor
Mystic making something or
Listen to the crow nevermore
Consciousness is but a ghost
Consciousness is but a ghost
Tip my cup up for the toast
Consciousness is but a ghost
As I rearrange my frame of mind
I kept that shit divine
Define divine I do it every time
I bet you won't look in my eyes
Just to see guess who yourself
All of that pain you felt
All of the bodies what is left
Pull that knife out from your chest
As I rearrange my frame of mind
I kept that shit divine
Define divine I do it every time
I bet you won't look in my eyes
Just to see guess who yourself
All of that pain you felt
All of the bodies what is left
Pull that knife out from your chest
Wishing for reality
To be the way it use to be
Influenced by the media
None of you have an idea
Ideologies you clench them close
Whatever comforts most
Tip my cup up for the toast
Your consciousness is but a ghost
I'm feeling
Wishing for reality
To be the way it use to be
Influenced by the media
None of you have an idea
Ideologies you clench them close
Whatever comforts most
Tip my cup up for the toast
Your consciousness is but a ghost
I will not look back no more
Eyes open I held the door
I will not look back no more
Eyes open I held the door
Lessons learned within folklore
I pick myself up from the floor
Mystic making something or
Listen to the crow nevermore
Consciousness is but a ghost
Consciousness is but a ghost
Tip my cup up for the toast
Consciousness is but a ghost
As I rearrange my frame of mind
I kept that shit divine
Define divine I do it every time
I bet you won't look in my eyes
Just to see guess who yourself
All of that pain you felt
All of the bodies what is left
Pull that knife out from your chest
As I rearrange my frame of mind
I kept that shit divine
Define divine I do it every time
I bet you won't look in my eyes
Just to see guess who yourself
All of that pain you felt
All of the bodies what is left
Pull that knife out from your chest
Wishing for reality
To be the way it use to be
Influenced by the media
None of you have an idea
Ideologies you clench them close
Whatever comforts most
Tip my cup up for the toast
Your consciousness is but a ghost
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Writer(s): Warren Peterson
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