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deathbed conversion
be patient, it all will come in time
we've wasted years of our lives
insatiate, begging for a sign
like an atheist soul about to die
direction evades my feeble mind
potential remains unrealized
ambitions forever set aside
as hopes and dreams begin to compromise
it's just a memory now
no point in holding on
repent now, before you go to hell
a prayer against providence itself
looking down, searching for light
is it a miracle or only bread and wine?
it's just a memory now
no point in holding on
Old Friend, Ye Sentimental Depend
This can easily be turned into a grunge-rock masterpiece. Remember me (love_light_dmt)?
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
you look just like my friend
you look just like my friend who is a homeless vagabond.
and indeed it is a song, i am just working on a few parts before recording it! it will be on a compilation album with a few other lofi artists.