Helms Alee - 8/16

Текст песни

Shot to hell
But don’t look down
At your shot for shoes
And your tarnished crown
Holler when you hit the bottom
Slam your face in the sand
Go get that Ass
We’ll accept no less
Less than a full day
Born but there’s not shame
Swords in the same mane
Bored but there’s no shame
Ain’t no sense in wasted breath
As ground shifts we beg at best
For ears to catch the echoes left
Your voice a gust of wind
Swept under the rug our good intent
Hibernate there in dark love
Reap the benefits
In your vision but no more real
Understand this
Saintly steal this
C’mon and synchronize
Ain’t no such thing as nonsense