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savan depaul - conclusion (alternate version) كلمات الأغنية

welcome to my subconscious
consequently the object of this song, the topic
is a twisted flesh complex
formulating polyrhythmic rhyme patterns to act toxic
explosions which foes were smacked with, constant
i did not need a basin intact
but i bled through raps
i now turn into a furnace in fact
cement a compact before i fry you with cannons
show through my mind so you can understand it
don’t use, see i’m damaged
i want you to learn from me
take data and cram it
so consider this your last science project
after this, you’re executed with a comet, with a comet
([?] playing my part)

depaul, who do ya die for if you’re all by your lonesome?
a question i thought of, something i brought up
trying not to get caught up in my own medulla oblongata
while enemies practicing [?]
i refuse to worship a carter
instead i point to the martyrs
but lately, i’ve been drifting from the father
i’ve been a bit shaky, could savan make a father?
iniquity imprisons me, i have to make it farther
trapped in celestial shadows opaque in nature
evil not abiding by scientific nomenclature
not chemically in nature, innate problem
major for this teenager
know what i need? that’s what i need fully and not even partially
the very thing that keeps blood rushing through my arteries
of rhymes ideas and no these are [?] actions
new powers of [?] if [?] gives me passion
[?] fashion into a weapon of compassion
it who motivates and drives me in [?] chaos
[?] sanity, i’ll tell you candidly, its name is music
a lifesaver amidst the cosmic torrent
[?] boring, organisms that torment
guitar strings compose my ligaments
while spoken word verses march off my tongue so intricate
my heart sings with the hum of a harp
beating to a metronome heard without a stethoscope
my holy books are the form of arpeggiators
as i begin to spread his message with dedication
i’m a walking instrument [?] arts preservation
[?] audibly while sins blare demonically, pardon me
but this art form freed me, believe me
when all else [?] thunder’s descent
reach a cocoon all for [?]
this is factual i promise
god, it’s quite clear to see that i revere the scene
i only thank music for its role in the planet today
so i salute you, this earthly stage on which you play

- savan depaul

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