bravery beat by pendo46

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Published on December 5, 2023 4:40:09 PM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVRP-s-drZc

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beat by pendo46. i added mouth words for fun, nonprofit..:::

Coming at you from the start, gonna spit a hundred bars, you can find me near or far, I always wonder how you are, like a star, on my guitar, crawling down a path you discard, you tried hard, you fell scarred, and in the end we're left trembling, abusive, mental length in yards. Vile, intrusive, left your strength in the car. We're starved and alone, what we carved, what we're shown.
All these whispers present but the voice is unknown. Intercepted and blown, way out where hauntings are grown. We moan, we're slowed by this inevitable cold. Piling on the reasons to abandon the road. Waiting out the seasons like a canyon abode. We suffer altogether fast, from this treason nothing ever lasts, it ain't pleasing being stuck in a cast, like leasing a truck just to end in a crash. A blast, and smash, not in the clear, still attached.
We reconcile with some buddies, either way we both are dummies, excuses spouting out confetti, till we're yet again ready, holding steady, no remedy, just temporary solidarity



This could get profound, a melody hiding me deep within it's sound.
On the ground floating up, never spinning around
Slow motion, speeding up, as emotion starts to drown.

Lights off my mind rests, all these lies all this stress, fading health, faded mess, what I need I can't attest, I can't breathe, get off my chest, what I need, I only guess, I always freed what I could get. Like a seed that's never wet, like a weed that overslept, I digress, off track, off bet, cut some slack, unswept, never back, life wept, in this tired waiting game where souls get stuck and unkept.
Embrace the next step


Rising paranoia, like a soldier undercover, u know, boy, ya can't turn over, why ya runnin, cold shoulder, always gunnin, gettin colder, getting wrung out, gettin older, gettin hung out, feelin lower. Over-sung-out, overflower.

And you're tired in a state that you require as of late, as you aspire to be great, in the attire matching fate. And there's a fire at the gate, where you conspire all the hate. For the liars gaining weight, the new hires reinstate, like a choir, stocking freight, like a buyer that's erased. Like the face of the moon, your presence never in this place. And I respect your disgrace, and I repent I backspace, I resent how you taste, I regress, I replace, a new mess, a new way. Brainwashed for the day, when all you need is to be saved, but you can't reach for roads unpaved. You can't breathe inside the cave, you bottled up what you would say, it's buried, soon it will decay. Words lost, held at bay, and pretty soon you'll collapse, from what's to come underway.

There's a template inside, you hide behind every lie, and while your victims will swoon, you watch as everyone dies. Like a fire in your wake, you think your motives will thrive, you're plotting out a master plan just to mess with their lives. But you can't ever stand, your harness tugs you aside. Meeting every demand, or else refuse them the ride. You're eating off your own hands, while getting lost in your mind. The darkness fills you like sand, and you're drowning inside.
There's this way you're never filled, by this inner burning guilt. There's this way you can't describe how you never keep it real. Now you're waiting out the time, as the truth, you can't reveal. And I'll always wonder why, it's my heart you could steal. I guess we'll always need to fly, to the next one we feel. I guess we'll always need to ride beyond what others conceal. Reflect this vacancy sign as we battle uphill.