Silence
Stepping out into this life Without a heart by my side
Dogs barking night walking
Bigger stars in the skies
I'm all for this imagination
Tears steam in condensation
Over the basic parts of a conversation
This light here was tracing and ever changing
Each letter to kill a pagan
Rule of ranger
Duck danger in the spaces
Explain how to control something that cannot contained
I'm on the rage cuz morning came
Foot still press on gas
Head was pressed on dash
Roaster was in flames
I met the corners of what's left
Slicing mine in flashes
Was binding of my past
Leaving the pain in the aching on the parts swollen like a gash
Opened up like the cuts near my gut
Salt on the open wounds like what the fuck
And it's true when the twos turned ones
Cuz all my tunes blast like monsoons in rough
And I don't juice but I bump
Hearts bruised in the jump
She can screw what she wants
Drummer boy arumpapump
Toxic sluge from the dump
Word of art stroke of brush
Like dart in the dark I hit my mark bleeding gums
And I'm lost in my means of tenets
My own deception of the brick like a weapon
And it's drawn with a swing cut the tensions
Just the brawn not the brains misconception
Dogs barking night walking
Bigger stars in the skies
I'm all for this imagination
Tears steam in condensation
Over the basic parts of a conversation
This light here was tracing and ever changing
Each letter to kill a pagan
Rule of ranger
Duck danger in the spaces
Explain how to control something that cannot contained
I'm on the rage cuz morning came
Foot still press on gas
Head was pressed on dash
Roaster was in flames
I met the corners of what's left
Slicing mine in flashes
Was binding of my past
Leaving the pain in the aching on the parts swollen like a gash
Opened up like the cuts near my gut
Salt on the open wounds like what the fuck
And it's true when the twos turned ones
Cuz all my tunes blast like monsoons in rough
And I don't juice but I bump
Hearts bruised in the jump
She can screw what she wants
Drummer boy arumpapump
Toxic sluge from the dump
Word of art stroke of brush
Like dart in the dark I hit my mark bleeding gums
And I'm lost in my means of tenets
My own deception of the brick like a weapon
And it's drawn with a swing cut the tensions
Just the brawn not the brains misconception
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Writer(s): Matthew Benavidez
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