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Killing The Dream Past The Stars

Should I really have to coax nothing but a half a heart that comes and goes, but never really stays? Will desperate words from a desperate song do anything

that there?s no truth and who cares How come you say it, like you?re right? Why are you scared to dream of God? When it?s salvation that you want? Ya see stars

Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists You click, perfects target Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' I would not let off the gas Traverse it through San Stone's past

Summer's dream inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin' bou-owowow-out so many ways Of how to conquer, these raihahahahny days {You sang beautifully

Devil gotta make it Why the Lord gotta make something that'll kill Something so marvelous This ring, brings demeaning demons in G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend semen And green things, clinging, dreaming

you more than ever, more than time and more than love I love you more than money and more than the stars above Love you more than madness, more than dreams

Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past

guessing Whether through mind over matter mediation Self actualization or even zoning out through deep relaxation Yo, I came across grown men too scared to dream I walked past

raw yo, spit how it was saw so we ain't gonna lose, it ain't the shoes and it ain't all the smoke mirrors see you clearer, start with you just like michael