Song Angel

Gore, horror, rap, trap, hip-hop, Cristian rock

Coffee bean smashed and drank clean, most every ones seen this dreamy mess but there's one still with a show of confession, it's a jelly bean kicked till it was just a suggestion leaning and wobbling home he treated the world with indignity because he never learned what that identity sees everyone knew, some things are instinctual when we land on body language, reality made tongue a mod meant for godly sceans id not mis lable his death in mine.

 Ah and pissy should see bad things happen for a reason, yes and no matter the season if your wondering the taste of the  handy lit's like any color, yes alive to be a big brother exactly like another movie script written about these ghosts that are alive still cold not weakend in pools of the blood that's kept warm 🥵 popping out the toaster not stollen but it drips from the tub was electric as dreaming becomes what I'm rep I'm dead breathing heart beat ripping up eyes realizing it is true so a lie is a line is actually stollen from the lime tip top and feels like it rhymes bottoms us so we mean it's time so where's our millionaires with business plans and purpose.
 this is emotional taste.

It's out!
Truth spilt out, their mouths run empty with nothing I fed them really being said, filling orders and filling papers if it helps them to be fed, cop or not it's never said, its maddening as everyone uses small talk to make this bread most tired church winter, even tried watching news for weather answers but it was slower then looking out the window fake underground went digging to deep or something..top truth story's of the true ski world outside the booth. Watched for other skitzos a long time but no one talks to me like him when the time came for anxiety to do it's job calm started to settle, made by other actions and speech they tilted their nose up at god, town after town has personal gains odd but that's okay NOT. 
Proven as long as another is being taken I'm bone and scar tearing breaking out of a bear hug nowhere in particular shrugged one off really who understands the look on my mug as we have become circular nothing ever really happens keeping us all a little bored but also keeping us on a device forgetting the Lord's way I hope your snuggled up and reading this in your own time, our friendship just grew by this rhyme and a end in the future must be tended after, everyone is done, stop that pretending no more laughter as slaughter happens. Dead face twisted up and out somehow..

Gore, horror, rap, trap, hip-hop, rock