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Worm's Dessert (A plea for salvation)
Father please, I need forgiveness for my weaknesses
For weeks I sit in breach of what the pastor preach, it's hard to reach the kid
I ask to speak but darn the speechlessness
My karma keeps me drifting far to sea, I hardly see the cliffs
I can't believe I'm past my peak God, I've got more to give, I'm sure of it
please show me shore again and I'll be born again
I've torn my hair out, ouch I'm sore again, I wanna soar again
I thought a friend was for support to help avoid the end, But my life void of them
Oh boy am I annoyed again
I made a choice, I'm chasing joy but lay destroyed again
I blame the Freudian
The way my words can make shit worse, I lay my verses like I'm cursing them
I wish to turn the hands reverse but keep the lessons learned
And heal the bridges burned
And kill my wicked urges
or feel the trigger bursts
so I can hit the dirt and skip the shit that really hurts
I'd tell that bitch to lift her skirt, up off the floor and fix her shirt
I'd pick a bird that isn't worthless, Pick out gifts to give to her
I'd stick to working, it's an earning, far less shit to fix occurring
It's too late though, wish I thought of this shit earlier
I thought that I was great but I just live within the herd
I guess this kid deserves
to hit the curb until the worm has turned him into its dessert.
For weeks I sit in breach of what the pastor preach, it's hard to reach the kid
I ask to speak but darn the speechlessness
My karma keeps me drifting far to sea, I hardly see the cliffs
I can't believe I'm past my peak God, I've got more to give, I'm sure of it
please show me shore again and I'll be born again
I've torn my hair out, ouch I'm sore again, I wanna soar again
I thought a friend was for support to help avoid the end, But my life void of them
Oh boy am I annoyed again
I made a choice, I'm chasing joy but lay destroyed again
I blame the Freudian
The way my words can make shit worse, I lay my verses like I'm cursing them
I wish to turn the hands reverse but keep the lessons learned
And heal the bridges burned
And kill my wicked urges
or feel the trigger bursts
so I can hit the dirt and skip the shit that really hurts
I'd tell that bitch to lift her skirt, up off the floor and fix her shirt
I'd pick a bird that isn't worthless, Pick out gifts to give to her
I'd stick to working, it's an earning, far less shit to fix occurring
It's too late though, wish I thought of this shit earlier
I thought that I was great but I just live within the herd
I guess this kid deserves
to hit the curb until the worm has turned him into its dessert.
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