A crowd is building.
A well is filling.
Elementary followers,
May I pass them through the ceiling?
I would would hold the roof down,
but I am this feeling.
Don't you feel it?
No?
Then,
why can't you hear it?
Oh I'm so stacking slowly.
I stroll across the road see the rabbit laying dead.
But its family is right behind so I don't have to get ahead.
I'll just hold it down while some feed upon the dead.
I see fangs, I see wings, I see creatures full of dread.
I laugh and I smile because those creatures are my friends.
I catch a spark and I cup it, sipping on what's left.
I don't need a lot because behind is where I've been,
to have made it this far limits every thing you said.
Don't you get it yet?
I am the bible,
your trial has been fed.
I am the way to the life in which live.
I have the eyes that see beyond the fringe,
and beyond the other side where everything is give.
Needing not is wanting all,
So yes, I want a lot this.
Your ears are my shield,
Your tongue my sword upon the lips.
Throw away all that you thought,
and all that you did.
Would you not all die for a single child?
Would that child not give you all that they inspire?
I'm here to lift you up,
I'm here to take you higher.
I'm here to tell the kids that that their mother is a liar.
Yes I've screwed the world,
and the product is this fire.
I'm about to raise it up,
wash the surface with the choir.
Spin these rebels like a tire.
Strip these fighters like a wire.
Turn their sergeant to a crier.
If you see me pass,
best address it like a sire.
It's true I've been touched by a sword on the tip of a spire.
I look slightly tired because these lames behind the driver,
keep messing with the cross,
like it's something to admire.
Truthfully I require some time among the flock,
and the fear that they fear that they perspire.
Don't be shocked if I shock so many of these fliers.
I drained all of my blood for them,
no it's time to acquire my desires.
I need a lot of dough,
because their mouths are getting wider.
They need another miracle,
their faith is weak!
How do I appeal to simple bread buyers?
I hailed Jesus through the rain,
do they want some posted flyers?
Made it hail through the rain,
but that was you,
do they think I'm ignorant ignorant to seven sly-ers?
No,
I'm ignorant to stopping me,
when I could be stopping fighters.
I should be in the jet,
talking about vets and how they need.
Ha ha,
if you're really a vet,
and you're know the next stripe then you feel me.
I'm just wonder who hears and could actually endure me.
Mhmm
So sad.
They could have what I have.
Epaulet,
Can't beat it.
Head Soldier.
Headed over.
A well is filling.
Elementary followers,
May I pass them through the ceiling?
I would would hold the roof down,
but I am this feeling.
Don't you feel it?
No?
Then,
why can't you hear it?
Oh I'm so stacking slowly.
I stroll across the road see the rabbit laying dead.
But its family is right behind so I don't have to get ahead.
I'll just hold it down while some feed upon the dead.
I see fangs, I see wings, I see creatures full of dread.
I laugh and I smile because those creatures are my friends.
I catch a spark and I cup it, sipping on what's left.
I don't need a lot because behind is where I've been,
to have made it this far limits every thing you said.
Don't you get it yet?
I am the bible,
your trial has been fed.
I am the way to the life in which live.
I have the eyes that see beyond the fringe,
and beyond the other side where everything is give.
Needing not is wanting all,
So yes, I want a lot this.
Your ears are my shield,
Your tongue my sword upon the lips.
Throw away all that you thought,
and all that you did.
Would you not all die for a single child?
Would that child not give you all that they inspire?
I'm here to lift you up,
I'm here to take you higher.
I'm here to tell the kids that that their mother is a liar.
Yes I've screwed the world,
and the product is this fire.
I'm about to raise it up,
wash the surface with the choir.
Spin these rebels like a tire.
Strip these fighters like a wire.
Turn their sergeant to a crier.
If you see me pass,
best address it like a sire.
It's true I've been touched by a sword on the tip of a spire.
I look slightly tired because these lames behind the driver,
keep messing with the cross,
like it's something to admire.
Truthfully I require some time among the flock,
and the fear that they fear that they perspire.
Don't be shocked if I shock so many of these fliers.
I drained all of my blood for them,
no it's time to acquire my desires.
I need a lot of dough,
because their mouths are getting wider.
They need another miracle,
their faith is weak!
How do I appeal to simple bread buyers?
I hailed Jesus through the rain,
do they want some posted flyers?
Made it hail through the rain,
but that was you,
do they think I'm ignorant ignorant to seven sly-ers?
No,
I'm ignorant to stopping me,
when I could be stopping fighters.
I should be in the jet,
talking about vets and how they need.
Ha ha,
if you're really a vet,
and you're know the next stripe then you feel me.
I'm just wonder who hears and could actually endure me.
Mhmm
So sad.
They could have what I have.
Epaulet,
Can't beat it.
Head Soldier.
Headed over.
