דור אבירן / Hype |
Gotta move up Gotta step up aint no runnin from the presure aint no way i have to measure how much time it takes to pleasure coz like a wounded chamilion change my colours i can be one of a dozen or a million you could never see the difference coz once your close enough to see its already gone and isnt me just a mask in mosquarades less then shadow - a night shade quick phase-like photosinthesis i feed see your every want and need and indeed driven by greed for your flesh your soul your breed ![]() But you cannot see me through like a curtain, like a sheet you aint even heard half of it yet coz what im really i am not and what i could be i couldnt knot out of its entaglements of mist and all the pain,couldnt resist turning to and fro and not at it and now its all just gone and shit and im a vessal not containin im an archer thats not aimin' im a preacher but im deff im what was and im whats left your the whole but im the one your the pleasure im the fun so what the fuck? ![]() Nothin can make sense no more coz there is nothing by the shore the waves just keep on bangig by and in this spot im left to die and die i want,i need,i lust to hell express and never back in need of help,where could it be? for courage i have nought in me without a hand to reach out to coz im no jentile and no jew therefore no god will heed my prayer so guess my car will take me there... |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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