B4UJudge Lyrics

Yeah

You read this book all the way through yet?

Then bleed your looks of distasteful slew elsewhere yeh?

Tell me

What critique placed on the actions of this lifestyle

Speak enough weakness to erase mistakes striking wild until seeking through the peaks of ashes and decay

Have left your soul hollowed and abysmal?

Take a look in your double sided mirror

And at a direct glance

You might become one with your crumbled life clear

Given the correct chance

Would you disappear into the slumbering nights of fear?

Or leave without all the rest of these hexing reasons?

Crawl numb inside the faint whisper of sincere nature

We've all fallen slumped to aches of miscalculations

Tis why

We learn at a young age the consequence of speaking out of place

Why not yearn to breathe from the lungs of grace?

And oppose exhaling of the frail and infectious nails spoken without a place

Face life's glistening maze

To polish golden the rebirthing of souls devoid of cursed trials

Gurgling of the bleeding through a timeless history

Circling within the pit of vultures yet to come is the worst kind of denial

An unclear hearse breeding a specter of mystery

As does steering towards the worst insurrection upon our enemies

I say make them all bleed

Labeling us deranged and entangling us in their webbed cages

Who the fuck are they to aim and spray lie infected swords of treason?

Hypocrites wallowing in the noose of disillusioned and torn reason

Never bow to any men

Nor for the sake of a vow to believe in society's plague of pretend

Only phobia resurrecting is a complacent lack of action after the aftermath of envisioning utopia

Certainly to be one with the circuitry

We should scope out the deserving feed and be spoken loud

Dropping serpents to knees

Broken houses and burning trees

Awoken hounds of hell to be reserving their fee

To be upon the tree that desserts that of birth and life

Upon dissolution of blindly first cast stones

The dawn risks pollution of minds bursting at the bones

Past fought wars inflict seclusion of a grind searched in past tone

And longer gore incisions behind the dimes spent to extract from a throne

Songs of sorrow in imprisonment still shine

Sent to avenge the brethren smacked of strife

Sending a message to the sheep of the blight

To surrender to the spirit within and convince life of the fear intrinsic to begin

Might still strike searing deep within the skin and mind still

Striving for a better way to find what's truly inside the spirit of life's grinding drill

Desire to eradicate the pain of trifling truth and design of blind eyes to hindsight still

Rewiring a galactic gaze at the reign of striking errors heightening terror as lifes blood spills

Stay chill

And realize what lies you tell yourself daily before you ever spill bullshit out on another failing to meet basic standards

Maybe one's struggle is only defined by reaction

Others may never be known when left bottled in the grind of movement and action