Conor - Wu Kong
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Ships can shrink in the wake of the storm
Lips can utter no reply or inform
Of any sollice sometimes
Heads crack on the day we are born
Legs stack on the weight of the world
Beast’ll maul us unkind
Been inna sandbox sleep in my eyes
Ive been awaken by a stream of surprise
Sometimes i drown in it
Somedays i just pray I could cry
I try,- but the tears won't come out
Life’s a plot that’s amiss
Will of a King in a world gone rotten
Wars Waged become soon forgotten
In a conquest
Poison seeps into the wish we hold in
Soul and heart but the mind is stolen
In thе sunset
These wavеs you can float or drown
Not a King but a crooked crown
Inside a mindset
Biggest impacts don’t make a sound
They just strip away the sacred ground
Simply lost it
Every word you can hear the artist linger
Backflip to world's edge just Siddhartha's finger
Use to feel that we had a plan
Had the world in our hands
An illusion of something bigger
Use to tell me how you need to be a man
So distracted we forgot that we was gods
Too busy staking chips that the odds
Were an afterthought
Just like the fact that you'd be here
Lands can change in the fog of the war
Hands outstretched to connect with a core
That's transmuted so fast
Forget what the living is for
Caught inside a headspace full of lore
That hasn't seemed to have last
I summon with a pen and pad
All the spirits of those who have passed
Who spoke strong in their name
The trees Creek a witness to past
City Street Simply Harbor the DASH
Buses blew past so clear
Boiled down to a tale of caution
As if lesson was a simple option
When terraforming appeared
The landmarks in the scars ive gotten
Ink flows in the blood ive wrought in
Decay inside a mirror
Things change it is strange but consoling
Sentiments in sediment I am holding
Now the worlds reappeared
I dont forget the waves that we sailed
Or the tales we regailed
Or how it did all feel
Every word you can hear the artist linger
Backflip to world's edge just Siddhartha's finger
Use to feel that we had a plan
Had the world in our hands
An illusion of something bigger
Use to tell me how you need to be a man
So distracted we forgot that we was gods
Too busy staking chips that the odds
Were an afterthought
Just like the fact that you'd be here
Lips can utter no reply or inform
Of any sollice sometimes
Heads crack on the day we are born
Legs stack on the weight of the world
Beast’ll maul us unkind
Been inna sandbox sleep in my eyes
Ive been awaken by a stream of surprise
Sometimes i drown in it
Somedays i just pray I could cry
I try,- but the tears won't come out
Life’s a plot that’s amiss
Will of a King in a world gone rotten
Wars Waged become soon forgotten
In a conquest
Poison seeps into the wish we hold in
Soul and heart but the mind is stolen
In thе sunset
These wavеs you can float or drown
Not a King but a crooked crown
Inside a mindset
Biggest impacts don’t make a sound
They just strip away the sacred ground
Simply lost it
Every word you can hear the artist linger
Backflip to world's edge just Siddhartha's finger
Use to feel that we had a plan
Had the world in our hands
An illusion of something bigger
Use to tell me how you need to be a man
So distracted we forgot that we was gods
Too busy staking chips that the odds
Were an afterthought
Just like the fact that you'd be here
Lands can change in the fog of the war
Hands outstretched to connect with a core
That's transmuted so fast
Forget what the living is for
Caught inside a headspace full of lore
That hasn't seemed to have last
I summon with a pen and pad
All the spirits of those who have passed
Who spoke strong in their name
The trees Creek a witness to past
City Street Simply Harbor the DASH
Buses blew past so clear
Boiled down to a tale of caution
As if lesson was a simple option
When terraforming appeared
The landmarks in the scars ive gotten
Ink flows in the blood ive wrought in
Decay inside a mirror
Things change it is strange but consoling
Sentiments in sediment I am holding
Now the worlds reappeared
I dont forget the waves that we sailed
Or the tales we regailed
Or how it did all feel
Every word you can hear the artist linger
Backflip to world's edge just Siddhartha's finger
Use to feel that we had a plan
Had the world in our hands
An illusion of something bigger
Use to tell me how you need to be a man
So distracted we forgot that we was gods
Too busy staking chips that the odds
Were an afterthought
Just like the fact that you'd be here
