Resuscitate The Sun

Resuscitate the sun
My luck is playing dumb
I count down from ten before I count zero to one
Resuscitate the sun

Sensory sabotage, aloof
Memory or mirage, you choose
I get rather sedentary when I find I'm forced to carry myself in a tomb
When I'm so preciously precariously placed in foreign spaces
Red raisins out of the womb
Red raisins out of the womb



Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Henderson
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