From Blood To Coke (Angel of Sadness)
Maybe I’ll never learn, haunted by every turn
Ignore these blessing just to keeps stressing
The moment ceases to please us, lets examine this flaw
As I snort pieces of Jesus through this broken straw
Seems I go through misery stress
Just to write about, that’s who I am
So dear reader no worry’s
It is me not you that I damn
Perhaps I will never be a great writer
Grasping for fate ever so higher than a pilot
A soviet fighter
My dreams are exhausted
Hopefully I’ll die before you kill me
Similar to living life so costly
My failures tower over my enemies
Tell the poor
I am only average so don’t fancy me
My impatience is a essence of non relevance
Driven by whispers and quiet chants
For I feel the times are lingering soon
All sinners to this platoon
Our mission to be cast
No further than shadows on the moon
Yet we’ll never learn haunted by every turn
Ignore these blessing just to keeps stressing
The moment ceases to please us, lets examine this flaw
As I snort pieces of Jesus through this broken straw
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