Forward

intro

Reality of a game that is played like a version of a virgin that is prayed. Like Mary she is hailed, into the mission of what is revision of gods wishes.

[Chorus]

Till the vision of collision will be in remission of this vision to what will be a retreat of no defeat. take lows and turn to highs . life, like , forward, ties.

[Verse 1]

Move Forward into the night like your mind in a flight of a high that will never die. Move forward like a vision that will lead to a retention of what the thoughts will be fought. You cannot be bought of sold like a slave that is traumatized by evil highs. Time flies look forward into what will be your life. Keep on moving to freedom of mind like unknown highs of heights that will lead to a shitstorm of nightly Devine rights. Fuck trauma just bitches and drama.

[Chorus]

Till the vision of collision will be in remission of this vision to what will be a retreat of no defeat. take lows and turn to highs . life, like , forward, ties.

[Verse 2]

What is unknown to swarm the warm of detention in sin., sin of win we loose to the makers trim. we are as one into millions of suns like the universe will run, run, on the takers of bets in ones loss. All in on a pot to win just cashed out like Ivey hooked on a IV. Freedom of what will be I am nob longer a civilian or a villain of what is seen.

[Chorus]

Till the vision of collision will be in remission of this vision to what will be a retreat of no defeat. take lows and turn to highs . life, like , forward, ties.

[Verse 3]

The end is near no fear of any decision that will leave me in remission. Lights high, lights low, open your eyes to see what will grow. Truth is here and freedom is near. live to fucking receptions of missions that leave freedom to be. Killa Killl to a millionaires will, the will to live, the will to give. fuck this is my last mission on any tradition.

[Chorus]

Till the vision of collision will be in remission of this vision to what will be a retreat of no defeat. take lows and turn to highs . life, like , forward, ties.

[Outro]

What is real, what we fee, is freedom to kneel. I am lightly the light to feel on moving up like champ in a cup. running the horses will lead me to a derby of what is freedom.

By Leor Tsadok

02-27-26

(C)