Verse

by **MC Anonymous** » Dec 13th, '09, 16:06

If my body was the ink, couldn't put me in the pen
Call me korean, putting pussies at they end
you can follow my speaking, leaving bitches in a tent
as my sorrow is leaking, breathing stitches in and send
all the wallowing demons, can be leaving me to spend
hollowness years in interfering with my sense
callow believing all the heathens and it's tense
cause I'm borrowing living, sleeping giant that is spent
appalled cause I'm giving, other people different things
I'm like Saul, with a spirit, smothered evil under wings
suffering nothing but wondering inside of another thing
nothing is cumbering, son in me asking for father, please
slaughtering I'm seeing, is authoring my weeping
it's seemingly potent to being deceiving like treason
believe in even though I know, it's old with no reason
but I need it, the secret of life broken to pieces