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Far From Alive Demo

Each days is a rebirth of sorrow, While feelings dwell inside to fulfill the blackest morrow, Seasons change, While everything remains the same, As I

Clouds have ceased these dreams, Halo shaped into thorns, Baring the cross of confusion, Angels fall from grace, Bright yellow hair into horns, A man grown bitter from

join in Let us go leaping In 3-measure time Dressed up as asses And drunk to the nines Swing from the branches, shouting those songs Gone unsung for far

make it alive I got a lot of talent, so I ain't hard to find I'm on the grind, my squad ain't far behind We mackin' dimes, in the club packin' nines Sniffin

tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo Went from Harlem to Holly World to the Wood People gon hate regardless

make it alive I got a lot of talent, so I ain't hard to find I'm on the grind, my squad ain't far behind We mackin' dimes, in the club packin' nines Sniffin

t tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo Went from Harlem to Holly World to the Wood People gon hate regardless