Room 101

Just got off the phone, God said
Imma make it How could his son never sell his soul?
I'm forsaken the day that Christ bleeds out
The day my mic reads on the fine print
Thinking about the things she might tease, coal drops
Soap operas, praying Lights, please, porn watchers
Colossus, a tight teen
My dreams and memories and
Powers are yet to be as far as enemies
It's me regarding me. I'm heartless because my heart
I put my heart in this like Artemis, chastise God
His son is in the dark, prolactin decreases
I never pray to Christ and pray to my features, and ancient
Egypt and everything I believe in room 101
Has your story begun. Are you afraid of fame?
I am a glorious monk, the Bank of souls spun the globe
So I'm destined to blow from the slums to Jerusalem
Millennium dawn. I love you. Are you?
Are you? Are you? Are you not? Are you?
Are you are you are you? Are you? Are you?
Perhaps afraid, afraid. Are you? Are you not?
You are you? Are you not? Are you?
Are you are you not? Are you are you?
Are you not? Are you? Are you? Are you?
Are you Are you perhaps afraid, afraid



Credits
Writer(s): Damon Free
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