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This is the longer version of the song... Also I used my real voice this time for some reason. I just found another verse I had written but forgot to say... so i changed a few things.
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Theres a ghost outside my window i know it but im afraid to look
Im tryin to mix it up but im caught playin it all by the book
And I dont know if I can stop,
I drop I roll,
Its too damn hot
In between the edges of the fire am I caught or not?
Pain pleases sometimes
Unconcequential dumb finds
Warmin up the the world like I said "there will be sunshine"
There will be more lines
There will be more crimes
More victims, slaughterhouses, and singers with more rhymes
Im lookin back and crackin up
Standin up tall and stackin up
Sayin was crackalackin
Actin like your tough enough
What you did was just enough
Make me strong and just as rough
But you overstepped now theres a brick wall between me and us
My minds ragin this obsurdity is gettin me
Heard I should be patient I cant understand what I cant see
But I can see
I can see what I believe
I know that what is true is only what I can concieve
Maybe we will begin this friendship at the end
Maybe I will kill it with the scratching fortitude of my pen
Maybe I will sin
Commiting atrocities a fartherin
Custody battles over drivin on a bet and six bottles of gin
You sit and you complain about the world not being ready
Thinking that the worth of one outweighs the worth of many
But your thoughts all string together like uncooked speghetti
And I tear them up and throw em out like theyre used confeti
Yes Im ready
Im ready to explode
My mind does miss epocalypse and though Im young my head is old
I cannot raise I cannot fold I cannot take my bread of mold
Im stuck inside a blazing heater but im all alone and cold
Writin reminders on your wrist
The same fate you twist
Inlist the devil take you under
Sun kissed My son missed
I make a fist
Stop writin rhymes start havin fits
I shake with epalepsy but no disease exists
This is the crying game
its a cryin shame I cry
I ask you for an explination
All I want to know is why
Your runnin away from time,
No time to justify
lifeline slipping now your looking for an excuse to die
And Im still sitting here, lonely in my chair
Staring at my couch, wishing you were there
Talking to myself, holding a black checker
Whispering thoughts that play on my mind like a broken record
Im tryin to mix it up but im caught playin it all by the book
And I dont know if I can stop,
I drop I roll,
Its too damn hot
In between the edges of the fire am I caught or not?
Pain pleases sometimes
Unconcequential dumb finds
Warmin up the the world like I said "there will be sunshine"
There will be more lines
There will be more crimes
More victims, slaughterhouses, and singers with more rhymes
Im lookin back and crackin up
Standin up tall and stackin up
Sayin was crackalackin
Actin like your tough enough
What you did was just enough
Make me strong and just as rough
But you overstepped now theres a brick wall between me and us
My minds ragin this obsurdity is gettin me
Heard I should be patient I cant understand what I cant see
But I can see
I can see what I believe
I know that what is true is only what I can concieve
Maybe we will begin this friendship at the end
Maybe I will kill it with the scratching fortitude of my pen
Maybe I will sin
Commiting atrocities a fartherin
Custody battles over drivin on a bet and six bottles of gin
You sit and you complain about the world not being ready
Thinking that the worth of one outweighs the worth of many
But your thoughts all string together like uncooked speghetti
And I tear them up and throw em out like theyre used confeti
Yes Im ready
Im ready to explode
My mind does miss epocalypse and though Im young my head is old
I cannot raise I cannot fold I cannot take my bread of mold
Im stuck inside a blazing heater but im all alone and cold
Writin reminders on your wrist
The same fate you twist
Inlist the devil take you under
Sun kissed My son missed
I make a fist
Stop writin rhymes start havin fits
I shake with epalepsy but no disease exists
This is the crying game
its a cryin shame I cry
I ask you for an explination
All I want to know is why
Your runnin away from time,
No time to justify
lifeline slipping now your looking for an excuse to die
And Im still sitting here, lonely in my chair
Staring at my couch, wishing you were there
Talking to myself, holding a black checker
Whispering thoughts that play on my mind like a broken record
. . . you almost sound like a white Charlie Tuna.