LESSER DEITY
The willing less desire,
Instead of slavery in our atmosphere
You choose this, is this your key to unravel?
Your latency into manifest
The lady, the deity, she kneels he reaps too
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It's all I redeem what you've held
But my swollen head feels the need to
And the more I care, it's willing less desire
The alternative breath for my lungs but alas
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But it's all I can see
No feast without the promise for the zealous to agree, but it's all I can see
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Reap your shields to cling on to
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Conflicts turned and bend while we shared
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You bereft me of even this love
forthright with outspread arms
You bereft me of even this love
Resilience in in weakness
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Full of humility and again starting a discrete
prayer for myself
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Reap you shields to cling on to
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But yes, yes, yes
All I have left is my own deity
and the believe in its latent fantasy
But the latency never manifests, never
manifests
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Reap your shields to cling on to
The lady the deity, she kneels, he reaps too
The willing less desire
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FILM NOIR
I never turned my face away
I always turn my face away
Although I never asked him to come and stay
I always begged him to stay away
For this ain't the reason why, and this is a must to love him once and let him fade
She lets him reign, he leaves her rest or..
A cry a situation deep, immediately seeking
your mind asleep
He leaves her straying, she tried the best for
And I say,
I always turn my face away
I never asked him to come and stay
I always begged him to stay away
Find the line to get to a son
She didn't know him so he couldn't save her
Find the white line it's snow to sun
it's believing in the beyond guest star
AT STATUS
It's living in your veins as the disease does
Living in your brain like the moving law
Corrects but strains, injected pain
Be the victim and wane
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It never had status bereft of farce
Never had status in loving at large
Never had status bereft of farce
Never had status decide and let's fall
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Your lust will never be answered
Let's see the facts that you arranged it all yourself
Sucking gore as the redeeming features
Your creation never sells
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But I will fight, fight the mocking cunt of never shared virginity
And in your stride your war baby's never met
your sanity
LEFT HAND RAPTURE