LYRIC FOR SALE

By Damian

When your visions blurry and there is
No one to Miss to carry storytelling
So sorry , staring at space to tear it
Down on your knees face place you buried
In
palms of your hands married
But holy ghost you know “him and Mary”
You Playing solo,
so low slowly taken by it
Someone is feeling mortal you awake right?
Stay there, go under process
Or dose under influence to be possessed
Rest in peace, you’re dust on my feet now
won’t last, repeat, so uncomplete now
Come and see me in my despair, is there?
ANYTHING MORE then me and this square
The rain is coming down i Say
once again Life’s giving you this stare
were Sitting in the same boat
Soul sipping what the Saint wrote
So listen maybe even take note
“Life is just a Play” End of quote


Hook:

So low and lonely in this crowded place

I ain’t counting on me I’m counting days


How do I keep you at bay ?
Pain, I dare you to pay for your stay
May I play You lay on paper, portray
As bitter illusion melting away
Many still reach for a substance
Trying get rich, giving us sub-sense
So close to earth not part of it yet
What goes in my head, ?so misled
Words unsaid, Those lines I’ve red,
God
Do you recognize my voice and voice said:
I’m spread all over living half dead , I beg
Talk to me or maybe talk through me
Illuminate me and let’s assume we
Got too serious son, imperious one
there is no fxxxing plan and you never done
If you happen to rise tomorrow
Make it your last day cause you don’t know

And the sun is rising...