paroles de chanson X2 - 23 Day

Sights for sore ojos like canker
My thoughts my anchor
In concert mental banker
Constantly making deposits
And develops negativity
In a dark closet
My room of solitude
My tomb of deafening silence
Spirits loom
Feelings are nude
Apparitions of nightly emissions
Conditions of down systems
Drown in them
Town of venom
Sounds of hatred
Pound next to churches
Thought to be sacred
My vessel my passage
Blood vessel pierced
Fierce package
Of awkwardness and the dramatic
Feeling very sanctified
Amidst demons
Walking in plain view yet they hide
My patience as a patient
Is an understatement
Understand over aggressive

Youngins on the back of the metro
With the draco
Lost if I say so
Unc on the front of the bus
Cuz they remember what Rosa did For us

Depressive wordy excessive
Collective resourceful and
Resilient amidst anxiety
Which increases with by standers
By the building
Wielding tongues
Lashing bashing thrashing
Makes me breathe easy to
Fabulous and make my
Disability seem glamorous
Even somewhat amorous
Hard to fathom this
World of melancholy bliss
Bury me in a sanctuary
Of musical notes
Escapism through rhythm
Language universal
Never banish one for
Artistic expression
Inherent language of mystic
Acceptance
For every one who speaks
Has a kindred spirit
No matter how eccentric
They say or pen it
Myriad of periods
I'm the Oxford comma
Now I'm inhibited away
From the fray of detesting
Sheep the end to the drama

Youngins on the back of the metro
With the draco
Lost if I say so
Unc on the front of the bus
Cuz they remember what Rosa did For us