GRAVE OF GOLD (Slowed) E

The group commander as Plato with every mind in The left my work be that don't mind me Talk of my manipulation causing harm with the Visions like a fantasy of bridges right to breaking Down the walls of chambers that y'all walking is Your life. With my two feet in the nine, Just a better way to lie to prove the Truth because I like the tales I leave are Close to bite over calculated means. It's violent like the party don't Play fair with temper tantrum or it may night Time. Just turn my mind to face the crew's A bitch, my anger partners only three mistakes and All the words laid off the faith with their White clothes and running from it. See truth within his face, a lie to keep From Paying a feeling we feel nothing, Heart beat made of murder. System of my first love put it on that Truth is just business nothing useful in my brain. Put passion in a bag with drug and art, A bigger picture of this world we're living in. See the truth in and the dignity drinks I Have with the tools they give me. Politics is understatement of the damn bottle of my Soul. Traveling on this dying arm, Keep me in the space and me pop and Talk and speak the stars. Don't fear the dead, the serpent falls into the Crevice. Schizophrenic angels thoughts control the Ways of every peasant with the coffee but on Life I see this world is just a in Hope and in that spite that proves the fools Will