Mimosa De Valois - Echolalia
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{Verse1}
My body is a literary work, the emotions behind it are a stampede
They run from the paper, cause they will be a poem not believed
I bleed the smithereens of the peaks that my hand tried to greet
My fist had more nobility than a hand with a greed
{Chorus}
You left echolalia in me, like my body was 3am drunkards street
You saw it was habitual, so you let the source rule under my sleeves
These actions are fragments gathered from your crime scene
My crippling is only an indication of what I takе to ease
But what did I need to easе from, destruction doesn´t grow from the leaves
There is no recovery where people can´t perceive
{Verse2}
Why couldn´t they let me be human, my ache is covered by the liberties
So what, if my habits are on my own home, targeted burglaries
If they are wounds wanting to keep forever the bleeds
If they are a home´s smell in a fleece
Outgrew me, but you are tied to my spinal cord underneath?
{Chorus}
You left echolalia in me, like my body was 3am drunkards street
You saw it was habitual, so you let the source rule under my sleeves
These actions are fragments gathered from your crime scene
My crippling is only an indication of what I take to ease
But what did I need to ease from, destruction doesn´t grow from the leaves
There is no recovery where people can´t perceive
{Bridge}
In a time this short, they could have never proven false the accusations towards Genevieve
When there was a flicker of panic in your glance it was very brief
But you looked to see if I would weaponize my grief
And it was only real, when I looked to God for a relief
I will always smell like a scarred belief
It will be a home that will not have warmth because of it´s low capacities
{Outro}
You left echolalia in me, like my body was 3am drunkards street
There is no recovery where people can´t perceive
{Verse1}
My body is a literary work, the emotions behind it are a stampede
They run from the paper, cause they will be a poem not believed
I bleed the smithereens of the peaks that my hand tried to greet
My fist had more nobility than a hand with a greed
{Chorus}
You left echolalia in me, like my body was 3am drunkards street
You saw it was habitual, so you let the source rule under my sleeves
These actions are fragments gathered from your crime scene
My crippling is only an indication of what I takе to ease
But what did I need to easе from, destruction doesn´t grow from the leaves
There is no recovery where people can´t perceive
{Verse2}
Why couldn´t they let me be human, my ache is covered by the liberties
So what, if my habits are on my own home, targeted burglaries
If they are wounds wanting to keep forever the bleeds
If they are a home´s smell in a fleece
Outgrew me, but you are tied to my spinal cord underneath?
{Chorus}
You left echolalia in me, like my body was 3am drunkards street
You saw it was habitual, so you let the source rule under my sleeves
These actions are fragments gathered from your crime scene
My crippling is only an indication of what I take to ease
But what did I need to ease from, destruction doesn´t grow from the leaves
There is no recovery where people can´t perceive
{Bridge}
In a time this short, they could have never proven false the accusations towards Genevieve
When there was a flicker of panic in your glance it was very brief
But you looked to see if I would weaponize my grief
And it was only real, when I looked to God for a relief
I will always smell like a scarred belief
It will be a home that will not have warmth because of it´s low capacities
{Outro}
You left echolalia in me, like my body was 3am drunkards street
There is no recovery where people can´t perceive
