Dead and Gone
Dead and gone
You think you know me but I'm wiser than chess
I was born to attest
Confess
God only knows how the rest of you bless
Children screaming I want so the parents get it I guess
You earn less
You don’t sleep because you didn't quite give it your best
The woman you love is sleeping in an apartment with a man who takes care of his mess
Goes jogging in the mornings to keep from growing older digest
Wakes up one morning with a gun at his chest
Get out of town or the blood will flow like the rivers of tears I cried to kill flesh
I am the saviour and you are my quest so lay down before me or by the name of the lord; then you can figure out the test.
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