September 29
(New Roman Times)
Tell me nothing
It’s ok Man
I’ve accepted long ago
Lie to me it feels
Better than the truth
First pray onward
Let it flow
To a water in your life
That sludge’s
Pass the torch
Its ok man its ok
We all knew it’d end up here
Your darn pearls
Aren’t worth the spit of prayer
Many angelicas come as the light of world
Grab the hour of some kind of lord
Bring an end to thee economic horde
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Guess you could still take em out
But in luster they’ll burn us down
So tell me nothing
Of a New Roman Times
Lie to me it feels
Better than the truth
First pray onward
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Pass the torch
Its ok man its ok
We all knew it’d end up here
Those darn pearls
Aren’t worth the spit of prayer
Many angelicas come as the light of world
Grab the hour of some kind of lord
Bring an end to thee economic horde
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
Judge bless you
(Repeat till bass change)