Stone Spire
This is my final vision
A glimpse of what's ahead
It's time to put to rest the fear that lays within my head
Deep inside I feel like I'm free
But out here is misery
For as long as I can remember
I never felt so alive
Surely living just to die by the sword
I can't take this agony anymore
Can you feel it in your mind?
We start to repeat these moments
Reliving each travesty
I'll never sell my soul away
I'll never live in solace
Pulsing, reaching, bleeding, the metaphoric loss of life
As my days are forever numbered
Yo what the fuck is up?
Jigga City Death
Let's set it the fuck off
We're calling you out motherfuckers
Get on your fucking feet
How does it feel to be king?
Bring the crown to me
I'll never sell my soul away
I'll never live in solace
Pulsing, reaching, bleeding, the metaphoric loss of life
As my days are forever numbered
Your days are fucking numbered
And your time in this is almost up
Slumped into the depths
We came up clawing our way out
I'm creeping death
I'll find you where you sleep
You might be dead
I am created from the divine
Have you forgotten what you're are supposed to be?
Have you forgotten what this all means?
A glimpse of what's ahead
It's time to put to rest the fear that lays within my head
Deep inside I feel like I'm free
But out here is misery
For as long as I can remember
I never felt so alive
Surely living just to die by the sword
I can't take this agony anymore
Can you feel it in your mind?
We start to repeat these moments
Reliving each travesty
I'll never sell my soul away
I'll never live in solace
Pulsing, reaching, bleeding, the metaphoric loss of life
As my days are forever numbered
Yo what the fuck is up?
Jigga City Death
Let's set it the fuck off
We're calling you out motherfuckers
Get on your fucking feet
How does it feel to be king?
Bring the crown to me
I'll never sell my soul away
I'll never live in solace
Pulsing, reaching, bleeding, the metaphoric loss of life
As my days are forever numbered
Your days are fucking numbered
And your time in this is almost up
Slumped into the depths
We came up clawing our way out
I'm creeping death
I'll find you where you sleep
You might be dead
I am created from the divine
Have you forgotten what you're are supposed to be?
Have you forgotten what this all means?
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Garrett Fletcher
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