In one moment I'm goin all the way.
I make my poetry everyday.
And I'm frozen, comin right on time I froze my mind with that serious rhyme.
And I'm open comin up inside you know my mind has got a grand design
and I'm flowin, goin all the way I make my point to be everyday come on.
And I wanna take you down, but your soul cannot be found.
It doesn't matter much you see cause your disease is killing me.
And you know its only right cause it feels like paradise.
I know nothing is for free cause your disease is killing me.
My minds broken, I'm goin up in smoke if you breathe my toke I'm guaranteeing you choke,
and I'm chosen to testify to the masses wear dark glasses like the cops in
Texas.
All knowing its not a premonition kill the competition like a man on a mission,
I'm blowin comin up inside like the Bee Gees cry I'm just stayin alive come on.
And I wanna take you down, but your soul cannot be found.
It doesn't matter much you see cause your disease is killing me.
And you know its only right cause it feels like paradise.
I know nothing is for free cause your disease is killing me.
So now I'm finally goin down can I find my way back home,
now there's no one else around can I find my way back home.
Will I ever see the light.
Even though I'm fallin.
Will there ever be any peace for me.
Even though I'm falling.
Will there ever be any peace for me.
Even though I'm falling.
Will there ever be any peace for me.
And I wanna take you down, but your soul cannot be found.
It doesn't matter much you see cause your disease is killing me.
And you know its only right cause it feels like paradise.
I know nothing is for free cause your disease is killing me.
And I wanna take you down, but your soul cannot be found.
It doesn't matter much you see cause your disease is killing me.
And you know its only right cause it feels like paradise.
I know nothing is for free cause your disease is killing me.
— Saliva, Your Disease —
“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
― Arthur C. Clarke
― Arthur C. Clarke
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