Letras:
Solar Stone

I surface from the haze i see the real reasons why i'm so over my head it seems unclear mistakes it's hold our whole world is gonna break it's

The summer breeze blows soft and slow and in my arms, I know, you know the tender seeds we so gently sow can only wonder what went wrong and when

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock

burn Sun don't shine no more Late one night, sorrow come round Scratching at my door But I cut my hands And break my back Draggin' this bag of stones

Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets, address me stone

one Pop again, lay his men flee now it's down Known for popping four and putting cock in whore Love expensive homes of stones with pocket doors I fuck

All the Protestant girls They're all swinging their hips Fresh coat of red on their lips In a solar eclipse I sat on the steps Church bells rang in my

, a working thesis From several different perspectives The Rosetta stone of sentences for rap music's tentative Entered Apprentices this is Genabis The Rosetta stone

to bloodthirsty divinity Sacrificial spilling of blood as it flows along the solar stone primitive practices - cruel faith ceremonial dagger of stones