pump pump
heart vessels breathe through bullet holes on blistered feets final trek
ressurect your mic intent to create a bigger intent on to continent
master the pages of sekhmet to bring better movement
love man love woman love children
love love
cuz its your choice
love is the religion
baskin in a seperate region of brilliance
i leave whispers in the ears take heed
dont be careless with fists
pump pump
heart vessels breathe through bullet holes on punctured ribs as she lay
in the street of righteous patters what happened to the data in her storage chamber
she wilts laying empty full of cold
righteous makes it right for us
to continue as if this story was never told
sentients sentiment to create silence in riots of fear
ingniting the flame of love's fire so near
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