Underground Child
Savan DePaul
GENRE
[Verse 1]
I’m seeing imperfections in humans
I couldn’t stick around with my soothing music
You may think that I am simply a luny
[?] my part, that’s what you’re assuming
I’m referring to guns and [?]
The people’s [?]
The vernacular seems soothing
To expel hatred and bloodlust
Because [?] acting stupid
[?] bottom the unit
Turbo I know but to the dirt I’m well suited
Amidst the anger [?] nuisance
And aid their hacksaws and shotguns and many uses
My force enacted upon me then the soul of Judas
Wanted with bruises
[?] was booted into the afterlife by a manner so abusive
Once I was excavated they found thе solution
Let’s examine thе sword on which our force fully rooted
[Hook]
Consecrate the ground that I was pulled out of
I got the fluid, just listen up
They don’t listen
Consecrate the ground that I was pulled out of
I got the fluid, just listen now
They don’t listen
[Verse 2]
Am I fossilized yet, that’s my focus
I got my head split in two like mitosis
It’s just hopeless but I digress
When [?] pressed out of my tight chest
And my eyes stress that I’m quite vexed
My peers kill me but still write nice [?]
They’re not lives against full of bright eyed skeps
The cloud of my deaths has passed now
I remember the fateful October 20th
Various women [?] wickedness and target us
Innocence passing us to the River Styx
To serve a grisly fate for me
[?] after torture wounded me
Fatally amazingly because of my opinion
And I walked up a steep hill in a suburban setting
I ponder, that’s a voyage I will be regretting
And soon they descended upon my setting, demanding repentance
I refused ’til the [?] commenced and
Crucified for my words, correctness and being political
Everything, even if lyrical or even whimsical
But return to the fable
You somewhat my elder, the [?]
And stone me within minutes
They’ve thrown me in the well
[?] fell on the deaf ears of the brainwashed
The opinions of the downtrodden stay squashed
The culture that birthed them made it over-scented, the wash cloth
Differing opinions made them awestruck and bloodshot
I blame the planet for its inhabitants’ ineptitude
Eyes were to be covered with gravel [?]
What did you say? Cough fumes
I recount my statements, as I can paraphrase it
[Refrain]
Die for your words (x12)
I’m seeing imperfections in humans
I couldn’t stick around with my soothing music
You may think that I am simply a luny
[?] my part, that’s what you’re assuming
I’m referring to guns and [?]
The people’s [?]
The vernacular seems soothing
To expel hatred and bloodlust
Because [?] acting stupid
[?] bottom the unit
Turbo I know but to the dirt I’m well suited
Amidst the anger [?] nuisance
And aid their hacksaws and shotguns and many uses
My force enacted upon me then the soul of Judas
Wanted with bruises
[?] was booted into the afterlife by a manner so abusive
Once I was excavated they found thе solution
Let’s examine thе sword on which our force fully rooted
[Hook]
Consecrate the ground that I was pulled out of
I got the fluid, just listen up
They don’t listen
Consecrate the ground that I was pulled out of
I got the fluid, just listen now
They don’t listen
[Verse 2]
Am I fossilized yet, that’s my focus
I got my head split in two like mitosis
It’s just hopeless but I digress
When [?] pressed out of my tight chest
And my eyes stress that I’m quite vexed
My peers kill me but still write nice [?]
They’re not lives against full of bright eyed skeps
The cloud of my deaths has passed now
I remember the fateful October 20th
Various women [?] wickedness and target us
Innocence passing us to the River Styx
To serve a grisly fate for me
[?] after torture wounded me
Fatally amazingly because of my opinion
And I walked up a steep hill in a suburban setting
I ponder, that’s a voyage I will be regretting
And soon they descended upon my setting, demanding repentance
I refused ’til the [?] commenced and
Crucified for my words, correctness and being political
Everything, even if lyrical or even whimsical
But return to the fable
You somewhat my elder, the [?]
And stone me within minutes
They’ve thrown me in the well
[?] fell on the deaf ears of the brainwashed
The opinions of the downtrodden stay squashed
The culture that birthed them made it over-scented, the wash cloth
Differing opinions made them awestruck and bloodshot
I blame the planet for its inhabitants’ ineptitude
Eyes were to be covered with gravel [?]
What did you say? Cough fumes
I recount my statements, as I can paraphrase it
[Refrain]
Die for your words (x12)
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