Something don’t seem right, decipher through mine eyes real quick Days and grace, chains and vain lanes, fading generations I spy cycles...

You were my Body. You call this a Body? Let me set the scene, eighteen, working for village, keen Following footsteps paved for me, holy...

Godly, and I’m hungry, for living life to the fullest The eye is never full, it is left wanting I don’t really struggle with a lot of...