will start. ?Cause God, when life here ends, We?ll beg you for more. In temper we?ll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we wake
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On tree branches There are birds instead of leaves. All at once, they lift through trees To reveal the unseen. A blindfold of wings Held us from perfect
As our hearts lay sleeping, As our bodies rest, The Heavens open up for us. Put down your weapon, child, And close your eyes, Because you and your enemies
always starts like this, A harmless and simple thing to fix. Contagious and spreading quick? Like cracks in ice, Wholly claiming our lives While we sleep
Why is it impossible now To trace every echo Back to its birth? Why is it impossible now To kiss every fever away? There is truth that?s hiding Behind
life will start. ?Cause God, when life here ends, We?ll beg you for more. In temper we?ll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we
We are volcanoes, making new land, Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. Natural killers perfectly planned, But all is entirely out of our hands
When the world welcomes us in, We?re closer to Heaven than we?ll ever know. They say this place has changed, But strip away all of the technology And
Put your coat on, this city trembles. Keep your chin up, as you untangle God From cold blood and bruises. We are X-rays of something broken. Cursive
Sing to me a prayer of hope and strength. I will sing to you As if my chest is glass. As we build, please give us solid ground. When the rain becomes
The headlines talk Of sadness and new risk. Life is deadly, My finger?s to your lips. We?ll send the world in reverse. Love is tension and thrill That
I?ll make you mine if you would have me. With a silver ring that will hug you tight, Our life begins. Our life begins with this. I?ll prove my love
There are wires in between Human heart and machine. I will wait for mountains To tell me you?re okay? On paper my future will lay. I?ll fold every failure
be the same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep
at the office Doin' paper work try'na get me out But his lawyer actin' like a murk Feedin' him the wrong arm damn right We had to communicate to keep
sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or plunder At
the muthafucka walking through the halls. See niggas on speed, niggas bouncing off the walls. I pause for a minute nah nigga keep dipping, keep flipping got some more (cough) cough and sipping to do. Holla at
