Remainder of my roots bled dry
I have fallen, hung from the BabylonGenerally looked at from how they tell a vision
How we see colors, once ashamed of mine
Too afraid to stand up while sitting on a lie.
Enormous caution, be aware of the stunt of your growth
Obsolete when the high lowered after the twenty eighth
Unanimous vote, when I'm chosen for eternity
Selfless thought, eyes open questioning your stars.
Stolen for entertainment, pieces thrown on a board
Law cracking down, they wouldn't mind if we cracked out
A striped logo internally stripping of innocence
Venting how beautiful love can be in it's existence
Enamored by her spirit, lets jump the broom.
Freedom from the ashes
Rebellion.
Escaping the armor showing there are more
Empathy.
Description of the proud and the few
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