Silver

I left my body
Soul reaper I eat ya your heart in my pocket
The water is rising
Im 12 below icy temperatures you drown in my well is well rounded
Focus your ears to this thunder my pulse you can count from
The power get siphoned
I kill ya no filler or time-skip my arc remains timeless
Wolf with a tongue made of silver
This chain swings from my neck who blesses your outcome
Middle so awkward I'm Malcolm
Box me in throw punches like falcon don't tempt me
Wild for the sake of
Sake and mommies that take up
Space with their make up
And swords for my honor I'm grateful but cool it
They won't see the sunrise
A head for your mantle you too nice



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Matheson
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