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gg lich - soulless/solace كلمات الأغنية

here i stand at the crossroads
trying to make a deal
we both know each other’s terms
shake so my fate is sealed
dont even want my broken soul
no hope of it being healed
just make me a king for awhile
then end me whenever you feel
like i’ve gotten moneys worth
send a hound to drag me from earth
take off with my infinite before i see my rebirth
my world has turned to h-ll
you couldn’t send me somewhere worse
let my fame peak when my brain leaks, immortalize my works
let me become a legend when they load me in a he-rs-
let the kids call me a prophet when they stumble on this verse
let my ego last til death i dont want to be humble or worse
don’t let me become someone who’s soulless and still hurts
deal?
i feel like i’m dragging anchors
these feelings of pain and anger
and when things start going right
i feel like my lifes in danger
i like to gamble with my life
but it’s my soul that i want to wager
i’m not afraid of taking blows
just where i’ll step when i stagger
let me shine in their lights
before i dance in your flames
let me fly to those heights
and leave my body with a name
i wanna have the dopest plot
in the crowded yard full of graves
i’ve already been sinning steady
so its not like i’ll be getting saved
ablaze with my ambitions
i stay making these bad decisions
running a marathon with scissors and i keep on f-ckin slippin
i’ll reach the finish line that’s given, doesn’t matter what condition
so cut me up another line and let me drink til i lose vision
listen
i’m picking up the peices but i swear that some are missin
and i know that i could shine but my pits too dark to glisten
i just want my dreams to pan out while i’ve got a pot to p-ss in
the value of gold changes, how is my worth any different?
how is my worth any different?
how can i face what’s beyond this
when these finites overwhelm
greatness is all i inteded
this road i know too well
i don’t ever speak to god i’ve got nothing nice to tell him
always talking to myself i’ve got nothing nice to tell him
searching for satan a sorrowful soul to sell him
pushing limits not pushing daisies give me the flowers while i can smell em

- gg lich

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