These are lyrics to a verse
My flow is irrelevant
Verbal control for the hell of it
God my rhymes make me sick
Cause my words are dead
They O.D. on lies that fed
On natures calling
I am falling
In to white rapids of the appalling
I scream for the touches of hands belonging
To satans only missing calling
My eyes grow tired for her
My flow is irrelevant
Verbal control for the hell of it
God my rhymes make me sick
Cause my words are dead
They O.D. on lies that fed
On natures calling
I am falling
In to white rapids of the appalling
I scream for the touches of hands belonging
To satans only missing calling
My eyes grow tired for her