Lyrics NoGames - Bayley

I don't feel no more pain
I don't see no more gain
I don't want play no games
Through this I feel the same
Through my storm feel the rain
In this form I reign
From the dust ingrained
From the trust been strained
I don't feel no more pain
I don't see no more gain
I don't want play no games
Through this I feel the same
Through my storm feel the rain
In this form I reign
From the dust ingrained
From the trust been strained

Salt in my veins
Though it been sweet
I seal the day
Throughout the week
I been the same
Throughout the weep
I been the same
Throw out the weak
Seeking the sentences, leaking with messages
Never been hesitant; only been heaven sent
I've been the regiment force
Coarsely on course
Forceful of course
Corpse of remorse
Studying thoughts
Voicing is hoarse
Finding the source
Heal it from nought
I been on court
Closing the door
I been at war
Yeah
I been, climbing, for the, diving
Flying, round no, auto, pilot
Peace out, side but, there's a, riot
I don't, like it, guess I'll, fight it
Guess I'll fight it
Been on my own island
Somebody SOS but they on autopilot

I don't feel no more pain
I don't see no more gain
I don't want play no games
Through this I feel the same
Through my storm feel the rain
In this form I reign
From the dust ingrained
From the trust been strained
I don't feel no more pain
I don't see no more gain
I don't want play no games
Through this I feel the same
Through my storm feel the rain
In this form I reign
From the dust ingrained
From the trust been strained

Trickle down words though you see that I'm first
Whistle the hearse so you feel the curse from the church
I'm filling my purse with the earth
I'm seeing my mirth's the worst
I'm a motherfucking phenom breathing feeding demon
Leaving reeves on all these heathens
Giving me all the reasons for the weakened
Living in the freezing beacon, teething
Been wrestling my mind, still haven't copped a belt
Trousers keep falling down from these cards I dealt
Too many tips from the pen though it's felt
I just been stacking it up on the shelf
Exterior decorating
Interior levitating
Soul been meditating
Patient I been waiting
Concentrating fading
Elated in creating
Motherfuck a weighting
Bitch I been the grading
Bitch I been aiming
At the target parallel
Through time parasail
He look mad as well
He might grab at hell
He look mad as well
He might grab at hell, look

I don't feel no more pain
I don't see no more gain
I don't want play no games
Through this I feel the same
Through my storm feel the rain
In this form I reign
From the dust ingrained
From the trust been strained
I don't feel no more pain
I don't see no more gain
I don't want play no games
Through this I feel the same
Through my storm feel the rain
In this form I reign
From the dust ingrained
From the trust been strained