False impressions hosted and sponsored by plastic faces
Ressurrected in casket races, basket cases plastered
on my back with hatred. Ages of death, sorrow to the flesh
The past is ignored, tomorrow is all we have left
Embrace it, without earth. Civilization is what we made it
Scriptures insert, themselves without definition
Move south with ambition of sun bursts, curse myself for
my lovers negligence that checkered flagged the hearse
Bag the church in selfish bloodlines, check the drumline
for spots, soap scum and grime, suffocate in rhyme
Love is in the mind recognize truth, cross shaped innocence
Pray, Amen... Jesus christ is King praise him
Without the exploitation, without your moderation, without
your world forced in my basement, torn between ancient
Text, living word breaths truth but with regret, of acceptance
If I could only pray for ressurections, instead of dead bodies
and fetus's haunting my affection, God farms crops the earth
is pregnant, lost rejection over and over, listen to his temple
life beats slower and slower, hear me angels, for I cry
I walk the righteous path right into suicide, these clifs
were made for jumping, I taste the air telling me to slow down
being pushed into my stomach, because no seed was ever planted
there, buildings blocks give birth to handprints that stare
Directly at me wanting me to die, these snowglobe dreams
never come to life, snowflakes host the nameless that are frozen
in time, chosen to fly within their ignorance, heaven sent for my
children, Ajani, what if my angel wings don't allow me to be with him
Prison bars for my sins box in my winter, a girlfriend never made
into a wife, wishing I could close my eyes with her,
Her wimpers echo through my empty mansion, Ajani, my boy now you
have a companion...
Ressurrected in casket races, basket cases plastered
on my back with hatred. Ages of death, sorrow to the flesh
The past is ignored, tomorrow is all we have left
Embrace it, without earth. Civilization is what we made it
Scriptures insert, themselves without definition
Move south with ambition of sun bursts, curse myself for
my lovers negligence that checkered flagged the hearse
Bag the church in selfish bloodlines, check the drumline
for spots, soap scum and grime, suffocate in rhyme
Love is in the mind recognize truth, cross shaped innocence
Pray, Amen... Jesus christ is King praise him
Without the exploitation, without your moderation, without
your world forced in my basement, torn between ancient
Text, living word breaths truth but with regret, of acceptance
If I could only pray for ressurections, instead of dead bodies
and fetus's haunting my affection, God farms crops the earth
is pregnant, lost rejection over and over, listen to his temple
life beats slower and slower, hear me angels, for I cry
I walk the righteous path right into suicide, these clifs
were made for jumping, I taste the air telling me to slow down
being pushed into my stomach, because no seed was ever planted
there, buildings blocks give birth to handprints that stare
Directly at me wanting me to die, these snowglobe dreams
never come to life, snowflakes host the nameless that are frozen
in time, chosen to fly within their ignorance, heaven sent for my
children, Ajani, what if my angel wings don't allow me to be with him
Prison bars for my sins box in my winter, a girlfriend never made
into a wife, wishing I could close my eyes with her,
Her wimpers echo through my empty mansion, Ajani, my boy now you
have a companion...
