SOUL

Lie down alive on the ground. By love We were burned. Lived lives half our own, Yet we die as our owns. Bittersweet Reaper's grin and dim. Those flaps knitted It, Split in half Neatly. Justice sleeps, the reaper's grin And dim. I must drift in an old Canoe. Drown is dead, dream is bliss Too. My mom died, blood stains on Black blue rivers. We row in a stilled canoe. We don't want to what's whole. We don't want to find out what's whole. We don't want find out what's whole. We don't want to find out what's whole. Justice sleep, the reaper's grin And dim. We don't want to out what's whole. We don't want find out what's whole. I must drift in an old canoe. Drown is dead, Dream is bliss too. My mom died, blood stains on Black blue rivers. We row in a stilled canoe. Reaper's We row in a stilled canoe. Reeper's grin. We row in a stilled canoe. Reapers grin. We row in a stilled canoe. Reapers grin. We row in a stilled canoe. We row in a stilled canoe. We row in a stilled canoe. We don't want to find out what's Whole. We don't want to find out what's whole. We row in a stilled canoe. We don't want to find out what's whole. We don't want to find out what's whole. We don't want to find out what's whole. We row in a stilled Canoe