If you're on your own path trucking,
Got nothing to sell.
Fists are up, bloody pulp-made prison,
New vision of hell.
And the talk, that you spoke so softly,
Repeats, on & on & on & on.
Lovely care, but beware of the future,
It haunts me still.
When the moon breaks, I will walk,
in the steps, my mother taught.
When the light fades, I can't wait,
to escape, to the promised land.
Sneaking wolf found a loaded weapon,
Was it worth this to stay?
You know, that I'm finding my vision,
Screaming out, sloppy seconds what they say.
My mother, she was good to me,
This is why I'm this way.
I am good, at reality, checking it.
Stick it like a knife there,
deep in your head, deep in your head
When the moon breaks, I will walk,
in the steps, my mother taught.
When the light fades, I can't wait,
to escape, to the promised land.
Til you first came along, you look at this.
You gone, work yourself to the bone.
‘Cause you know, you don't know what you want,
You've come, to step on my bridge.
And the walk, that you talk, soft header,
You got the breaks.
This is a new, future present-tense,
Nothing better, that's what they say…
That’s what they say.
When the moon breaks, I will walk,
in the steps, my mother taught.
When the light fades, I can't wait,
to escape, to the promised land.
I play fast acoustic guitar, belting out powerful vocals, with songs about internal struggle and redemption from the depths of my soul. I’m good with that.
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