outeryou

:00 Reusing a beat to me is simply reacting as the gifts are given to me, no code or know how of what i'm to do i just write as my thoughts come out next in queue, i figure it out as i go never stopping to know just going to flow like rivers running through it, i will settle the score. Bring shame no more. :20 I got things in my head that want more then my life dead, but through the strife i just might ignite the fight and win the light, i need a target in my sight, a direction to go toward, these wards of magical spells holding off the hordes demonic cells won't hold as i travel through this hell, aiming for the bottom i wanna see where it goes, i wanna go beneath the earth. :40|42 so when the prison under my shirt shuts down, releasing all those things setting them free to roam around, i can rest assured knowing the beasts inside or away from the crowd, internally ripping my guts out is how these things i talk about feel to me, up one side and down the other, no where to run for cover, no choice but to tune in, turn to face them, begin the fight all over again then, what am i suppose to do when all i have time for is to defend and mend the wounds with in then again what i am doing wasting time talk about this... 1:13