Chant
(M. Arkham)
Put it down:
A confession for the charge sheet
Or if you'd like a charcoal sketch...
1, 0
1, 0 is for emotions
Five minutes for the life i've had
And it's six minutes to yesterday
And it's twenty-six years past... twenty-six years past...
I'm looking for a life that feels for me
Make it appeal to me and let it
Chant, chant, babylon
I'm looking for a life that feels for me
Make it appeal to me and let it
Chant, chant, babylon
It hit me,
A flower on my cold side
'call god on a party-line'
Where are my wings?
Don't know where i did leave them
It's getting harder to find the things i hide
Put off
A confession for the blacklist
Or if you'd like my passion-play
Red light,
Red light is for confusion
Five minutes for the life i'll have
And it's seven-something that i dial
And it's twenty-six years past... two thousand years... i dunno
And god just says that it is up to you
God says it's up to you
I'm looking for a life that feels for me
Make it appeal to me and let it
Chant, chant, babylon
I'm looking for a life that feels for me
Make it appeal to me and let it
Chant, chant, babylon
I'm looking for a life that feels for me
Make it appeal to me and let it
Chant, chant, babylon
I'm looking for a life that feels for me
Make it appeal to me and let it
Chant, chant, babylon
I make you a deal
I make you a deal
I can erase your ideals
Yeah, i make you a deal
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