Pearlcaster

The fruit of my labor is growing mold
Can the same be said for yours?
You're still worth it at your worst
I know you'll never let it go

Down from the cradle to the grave
Your pleasure is gone, consequence remains
They cast their pearls down to the swine
If the truth kills them they can die
I never fail to not impress, can't take the pressure
To ride your miserable carousel forever

The fruit of my labor is growing mold
Trust the sacred as I should
Gave up innocence for evil
Yet it never even worked

How mother didn't teach you right
I'll sing a prayer to save her life
They cast what's holy to the dogs
Only to half-bloom, die, and rot
I never fail to not impress can't take the pressure
To ride your miserable carousel forever

Tell a new tale, go on take your time
Nothing too real for a mind like mine
Tell a new tale, it don't need to rhyme
All of your shit ain't shit to mine



Credits
Writer(s): Gannon Lucatero
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