Savan DePaul Conclusion lyrics
Conclusion
Savan DePaul
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Welcome to my subconscious
Consequently the object of this song, the topic
Is a twisted flesh complex
Formulating polyrhythmic rhyme patterns to act toxic
Explosions which foes were smacked with, constant
I did not need a basin intact
But I bled through raps
I now turn into a furnace in fact
Cement a compact before I fry you with cannons
Show through my mind so you can understand it
Don’t use, see I’m damaged
I want you to learn from me
Take data and cram it
So consider this your last science project
After this, you’re executed with a comet, with a comet
([?] playing my part)
DePaul, who do ya die for if you’re all by your lonesome?
A question I thought of, something I brought up
Trying not to get caught up in my own medulla oblongata
While enemies practicing [?]
I refuse to worship a Carter
Instead I point to the martyrs
But lately, I’ve been drifting from the Father
I’ve been a bit shaky, could Savan make a father?
Iniquity imprisons me, I have to make it farther
Trapped in celestial shadows opaque in nature
Evil not abiding by scientific nomenclature
Not chemically in nature, innate problem
Major for this teenager
Know what I need? That’s what I need fully and not even partially
The very thing that keeps blood rushing through my arteries
Of rhymes ideas and no these are [?] actions
New powers of [?] if [?] gives me passion
[?] fashion into a weapon of compassion
It who motivates and drives me in [?] chaos
[?] sanity, I’ll tell you candidly, its name is music
A lifesaver amidst the cosmic torrent
[?] boring, organisms that torment
Guitar strings compose my ligaments
While spoken word verses march off my tongue so intricate
My heart sings with the hum of a harp
Beating to a metronome heard without a stethoscope
My holy books are the form of arpeggiators
As I begin to spread His message with dedication
I’m a walking instrument [?] arts preservation
[?] audibly while sins blare demonically, pardon me
But this art form freed me, believe me
When all else [?] thunder’s descent
Reach a cocoon all for [?]
This is factual I promise
God, it’s quite clear to see that I revere the scene
I only thank music for its role in the planet today
So I salute you, this earthly stage on which you play
Consequently the object of this song, the topic
Is a twisted flesh complex
Formulating polyrhythmic rhyme patterns to act toxic
Explosions which foes were smacked with, constant
I did not need a basin intact
But I bled through raps
I now turn into a furnace in fact
Cement a compact before I fry you with cannons
Show through my mind so you can understand it
Don’t use, see I’m damaged
I want you to learn from me
Take data and cram it
So consider this your last science project
After this, you’re executed with a comet, with a comet
([?] playing my part)
DePaul, who do ya die for if you’re all by your lonesome?
A question I thought of, something I brought up
Trying not to get caught up in my own medulla oblongata
While enemies practicing [?]
I refuse to worship a Carter
Instead I point to the martyrs
But lately, I’ve been drifting from the Father
I’ve been a bit shaky, could Savan make a father?
Iniquity imprisons me, I have to make it farther
Trapped in celestial shadows opaque in nature
Evil not abiding by scientific nomenclature
Not chemically in nature, innate problem
Major for this teenager
Know what I need? That’s what I need fully and not even partially
The very thing that keeps blood rushing through my arteries
Of rhymes ideas and no these are [?] actions
New powers of [?] if [?] gives me passion
[?] fashion into a weapon of compassion
It who motivates and drives me in [?] chaos
[?] sanity, I’ll tell you candidly, its name is music
A lifesaver amidst the cosmic torrent
[?] boring, organisms that torment
Guitar strings compose my ligaments
While spoken word verses march off my tongue so intricate
My heart sings with the hum of a harp
Beating to a metronome heard without a stethoscope
My holy books are the form of arpeggiators
As I begin to spread His message with dedication
I’m a walking instrument [?] arts preservation
[?] audibly while sins blare demonically, pardon me
But this art form freed me, believe me
When all else [?] thunder’s descent
Reach a cocoon all for [?]
This is factual I promise
God, it’s quite clear to see that I revere the scene
I only thank music for its role in the planet today
So I salute you, this earthly stage on which you play
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