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Ballad Of Life
My soul has been searching the broken dreams of forgiving
The blues in my eyes have thawed into never forgetting
I’ve let you punk my hope with promises you never keep
A metal razor blade that has cut sympathy way too deep
As the rock rolled down the steep hill of this madness
It left me at rock bottom with a A cappella of sadness
Now I’m here singing the gospel of a spirit that keeps fading
I will continue to rap myself into the warmth of sating
This is the music of my pulsating heart
Hymns whisper what’s has been trying to impart
Chanting the scars on my brain left from your knife
A serenade of these lost words in my ballad of life
All the beating has drummed a epiphany of confusion
Im plugging in a chord to amplify a loves contusion
All the strings of lies have me lacing up a riff to truth
Why couldn’t you synthesize what would have soothed
Your words are ransom notes without payment or collection
The bass of all of this strumming a dark fantasy of rejection
A symphony weeping sorrow in the hooks within all of us
Our country of folk missing the dialect in respect & love
This is the music of my pulsating heart
Hymns whisper what’s has been trying to impart
Chanting the scars on my brain left from your knife
A serenade of these lost words in my ballad of life
Let this be a concert comforting pain in my silence
This will be a anthem against all of hidden violence
I had to break down the bridge with the tragic words I write
A chorus of lights inside singing what’s incomplete tonight
The blues in my eyes have thawed into never forgetting
I’ve let you punk my hope with promises you never keep
A metal razor blade that has cut sympathy way too deep
As the rock rolled down the steep hill of this madness
It left me at rock bottom with a A cappella of sadness
Now I’m here singing the gospel of a spirit that keeps fading
I will continue to rap myself into the warmth of sating
This is the music of my pulsating heart
Hymns whisper what’s has been trying to impart
Chanting the scars on my brain left from your knife
A serenade of these lost words in my ballad of life
All the beating has drummed a epiphany of confusion
Im plugging in a chord to amplify a loves contusion
All the strings of lies have me lacing up a riff to truth
Why couldn’t you synthesize what would have soothed
Your words are ransom notes without payment or collection
The bass of all of this strumming a dark fantasy of rejection
A symphony weeping sorrow in the hooks within all of us
Our country of folk missing the dialect in respect & love
This is the music of my pulsating heart
Hymns whisper what’s has been trying to impart
Chanting the scars on my brain left from your knife
A serenade of these lost words in my ballad of life
Let this be a concert comforting pain in my silence
This will be a anthem against all of hidden violence
I had to break down the bridge with the tragic words I write
A chorus of lights inside singing what’s incomplete tonight
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