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Walkin thru the 802
It's cold as I walk the streets of Burlington
Snow crunches beneath my feet in my head I'm swirling a pen
These thoughts, its like I'm contorting them
And through this pen I am exporting them
These ideas, its like I'm hording them
And sometimes they just pour out when
I open my mind and start exploring them
It's crazy, its just like a door opens
Chemical reactions start to release endorphins
Concocting shit like purple winged dwarf horsemen
Attacking me, trying to chop and morph my shins
Into halves then aiming for my core then again he swings
Like my objective to take your feet off the floor and
ring
the sky's bell, hop on clouds, shit even ride a bolt a
lightning
So I can find peace in hell, find myself and stop fighting
The internal infernal, life's just a dirty urinal, I just
gotta fight the frightening
*Snow crunches beneath my
*Snow crunches beneath my feet in my head I'm swirling a pen
*These ideas, its like I'm hording them
*So I can find peace in hell...
The internal infernal, life's just a dirty urinal, I just
gotta fight the frightening
these lines just like... WOW!
hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
glad your wowed. :). wrote it
glad your wowed. :). wrote it all in the head too