chorus:
wallow on fear as my tears they shed pain (rain on the meadows) wallow on fear as my tears they shed pain (rain on the meadows)
much to change these minds out of range I wanna get out this I don't wanna feel this way I wanna get out of these days I feel so helpless come and save me from all the pain (from all the pain) shed in these days (shed in these days)
icis nizz:
from the beginning of time these rhymes sink back into the ground poetry I'm letting it be like a soul mate that I found in rooms writing reciting all that is and what's not the plan to take away the soul is what the devil thought feeding me hard times to sigh on relying on myself no numbers in the would could ever express the pain I felt and still feeling reeling in my rod as I be fishing for a meaning spending many cold nights by open mics mind cleaning cause opening was the best way to take away my bad times and form them into wisdom even thought they sat as sad rhymes filling a notebook with well put things seen through my tearless eyes the size of minds are dropping drastically these days I guess its because were living in a system taught to raise salaries resembling two men on a boat fist fighting to fatalities as the boat tips they both drowned the could have seen it coming if they took a second to look around but the fact is that our species strives on inessentials greed hate and fear are the devils utensils as he cooks up a storm to bring rain on the meadows
chorus:
wallow on fear as my tears they shed pain (pain) wallow on fear as my tears they shed pain (pain) wallow on fear as my tears they shed pain fears rain pain
I wanna get out of this I don't want to feel this way I wanna get out of these days I feel so helpless I wanna get out of this I don't want to feel this way I wanna get out of these days I feel so helpless
Swindla:
I find myself at work kneeling on broke knees dealing and pleading yearning for a higher fee who wants to feel this way struggle to abolish pain but the more I strain to change things always stay the same feels like I'm looking and looking what am I searching for a way to exit bad existence turning knobs on broken doors I'm flaid and crying on all fours I cant take it no more should I bring sharp blades across my writs to end these anger fits who is there to talk to as depression halls I walk through and its grapping me once with me but now there backstabbing me lock problems inside seemingly balling these vaults internally building up hate that never stops yearning to break out stress has aged my strong hands where's the higher power with eternal bliss plans if there's a heaven on earth please sweep me there soon negative situations getting to much to consume tempted by the pleasure things but settling for lesser things in life got to keep my aim tight this head help up right tyranny prying into me yelling as spit rains filled with false dreams i want out of this place
icis nizz:
the flame keepers of cultures the time will tell like flying vultures just waiting to snatch me up as seconds tick to holy alters confessing sins that don't exist really it's just life and I'm a weary mask in the city mist with a kiss of the tension that temps thy to underline these moments of tossed redemptions creeping out of nowhere and fading into lost dimensions pretend funds wont save me and holding all this pain inside only strains the mental immensely crazy or sane brain drains the strain only I can ease this pain eventually
chorus:
much to say minds out of range much to say these minds out of range much to say these minds out of range
