I gave you love to fill old glory
I gave you dreams you wrote the story
I gave you White sails to reach the sun
I gave you atoms you built a bomb
Now there is nothing and I have gone
No more mountains no more song
No more prayers sent up into space
Only screens left to see your face
I got the Intel through the inkwell.
You do well when you think well.
People are more likely to try to give you hell when you bring hell.
It ain’t got to begin well but it’s all well if it ends well and then, Well, A man’s
still gotta mean well and intend well, even in hell.
You were dating misery’s friend of a friend Girl.
The guard fell
and light broke through the hard shell of an incell
trapped inside of a statue.
Scratched vinyl in a back room.
Accumulating in the vacuum.
Ruminating in the bathroom.
Just an illustration in a tattoo.
Blood moon, blue black moon.
Even if they let me into heaven i would prolly just move back soon.
That Dracula/Nasferatu, Ooh la la Sassoon,
Le Miserables.
One lil’ nod at you and I got you.
Type of shit to lay a clap track to.
I can’t say it ain’t factual.
“The master remained natural” should be the answer when they ask you of
my advantage,
The paradise you were handed.. like a pair of dice.
I’m living with
uninhibited unlimited terabytes of..
I gave you blue skies
Sweet fallacy
I gave you poppies for malady
I gave you white cells
You weaponised
I gave you garlands
You closed your eyes
In paradise
