Total control, slowly molded in snow, frozen over in moments that totaled my focus though, the stipulation was to break me I've taken a maker of pace on my heart, reinstated its purpose just to give fate a jump start. And that pace maker is time I found every ounce of faith when I had lost my mind i'm lost in time, caught between bad choices i've made and worst ones i've declined i'm riddled with lines a little tougher these songs mimic an IV with morphine's molecular structure. Be better or busted, the time has passed to put on the act of the courage you muster i am just so disgusted at the way I have handled encounters enemies come in waves as I display my power, instead of trusting a resurrecting one at the last hour I foot the bill of defeat and now as my knees cower I question nothin but the construction of my character barriers come from burdens, various soul excursions and stress and yes fully flexed i'm still my weakest at best. I'm learning that life is really just a series of multiple deaths. (Chorus: This is what i'm speaking on reasons for your demons to keep living long, Existence has it's benefits, so which one do you try for?x2 cause what you die to shows exactly what you'll die for.)

Back on the wild side of a dry tide the water's divided by forms of apartheid for those living with dark skies and war cries I can't help but feel convicted to dry eyes. I can't lie between God's will and mine I know who's crushing. Cause I struggle to not judge em. My morals are one sided it's easier to pray for em and just stay idle meanwhile I find a way to be dissatisfied with how my economy's classified I've gratified my selfishness through chucking my lack of action to some establishments and saying they should fund something besides lavish trips a catalyst for the day of the reckoning i've got blessings and medicine i've been settled and peddled with spiritual warfare that is all a metaphor to simply say The heart of God is WAY more scarce than four pairs of off whites on a K mart shelf there's all types of frostbite but it's felt in stealth. The interior of the heart has a myriad of exposures the first thing shown is the bitterness to some cultures i've owned up, to the truth even though it hurts the heart copies the mind kill the mentality first. It starts falling in line when you resign from your hearse and then in time come to find you're designed to disperse every ignorant enemy with a remedy simmering in their spirits that's mirroring many dead hearts. It's all in giving and fearlessly being driven and cheerfully seeing difference but mending em through a God art. Paint the picture and draw the line the victim is still divine remember that before picking at broken minds What's oversized is my area of what i'm comfortable with before i know it i'd never be this inspired again. So take heart. The tedious things are an immediate need for the insight of the fight when it starts. i've got a serious scene to show myself to believe I can do more than just play with my part. It's all in part with a person that's searching to find values of how to reflect steps for the next to do the same it's plain humans have proven this well. can't nobody love anyone till they love themselves.