[Hook: Genelec]
Wonder if this bewildering sphere will appear clear in the borders of future vision
All of this rewritten
Wonder if this bewildering sphere will appear clear in the borders of future vision
All of this rewritten
Logic without a prison
All of this rewritten
[Verse 1: Memphis Reigns]
I talk to you the one of three in spare by two but four by one
Guilty tips for giving me life acknowledge me as your son
Known to run I'm quickly confused with the message that you said to me
Melodies with so remedies, teach me to love my enemies
Giving me reason to believe in spiritual authorities, priority
The skin; my lips exist as a minority
Warding me for a better tomorrow, I weep in sorrow
For the life you took again and let your people only borrow
But it bothers me, I've learned to yearn and taste the only life
Many times I've tried to call for help I'm out of breath
Peace until we meet at the pa** after my d**h
Yo I've learned to live my life without any shred of regret
Wandered through the carousel that cycles within the seasons
Dreaming, but never reaching, and teaching, but never ever speaking
I'm losing my connection untying this true affection
I'm endlessly lost and off, headed for no direction
Swingin' my fist in anger, answer in any manner
Frustrated by the sound of the rain that softly pitter-patters
Retire my entire feelings, bleeding as I perspire
Find the fuel to fire my innermost needs that I desire
[Verse 2: Genelec]
Yo
Picture me able-bodied offering walking atop the toppling cities
Then sitting awkwardly perched on the ruptured earth
In the shadow of those first cursed
I'm immersed in battle with these merciless urges to end my search
Quench this thirst, I'm lost, crumbling under sun
And I'm stumbling through the tundra, lost and alone as one
Faith at the gun, sever my quest for the breath of reason
I'll settle among the gestures and heathens
And sleep forever encased in a state of freezing
Bleeding, like forever, I'm bleeding internal journals by the hundreds
Speak of power presented to those embedded in the head
Those threaded connections with their surroundings
Pounding upon the silence for the possibilities
Thunder has yet to build in me
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