Текст песни Perpetually Peaking - sheam7e

Still moving (still movin, still movin)
Still moving
(still moving)
Still moving
Still moving ahead of me
I walk through the temple keep high ground for enemies
Stuck at the top tippy toe on a steeple erratic my pedigree
Heavenly speak in a tongue only me and gang can hear it separately
Gatekeeper hold back the recipe
Perpetually peaking, forever my specialty
Forever I meld here forever I'm senselessly taking whatever I want to
I'm used to this chemistry
I better be
(I better be)
(I better be)
(I better be)
(I better be)
Peddling, just to get there again
Meddling, they aren't really your friends
Settling, with the worst of the endings
Ebony, in my chest on my hands
Peddling, just to get there again
Meddling, they aren't really your friends
Settling, with the worst of the endings
Ebony, in my chest on my hands

Perpetually peaking I face all my battles alone
Connected with god I show him I have grown
I feel all the dex in my bones while it moves
And it shakes as I come back to comfort at home
Roaming around in the darkness
In search of myself
Opposite of my closet
So far in the sky
That we can't even touch it
I jump through the obstacles
Reach to the prophet
Take information continue my search as I look for myself in this deep dark abyss
I calculate distance from everything else as I zone in and jump out to reach for my script
Down all the pills and ascend even farther inside of mind into places that do not exist
Listen to whispers as they talk to me and they tell me to go on seek into the mist
It's my choice
To break from these chains
But I cannot do it
Not under this pain
I was a target of torture
And satan cuz god had stripped me of my strength
Pick up the pieces
Fix up my brain
Rid all these habits that make me insane
I know I can do it I'll always keep pushing
Got dex on my side
And i'm in love with jane

Peddling, just to get there again
Meddling, they aren't really your friends
Settling, with the worst of the endings
Ebony, in my chest on my hands
Peddling, just to get there again
Meddling, they aren't really your friends
Settling, with the worst of the endings
Ebony, in my chest on my hands

Peddling, just to get there again
Meddling, they aren't really your friends
Settling, with the worst of the endings
Ebony, in my chest on my hands
Peddling, just to get there again
Meddling, they aren't really your friends
Settling, with the worst of the endings
Ebony, in my chest on my hands