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Bullet Proofed

Poetry By: Foliostar
Song lyrics


really great hit song with much flow to it


Submitted:Jun 8, 2010    Reads: 107    Comments: 16    Likes: 6   


I think I am bullet proofed.
You've been filtered through.
Hear the whisperings.
So much generations filled with history.
I am awaken.
You've stayed sleeping.
I fill my head with information.
While you sit around for some rest from regression.
Do you dissaprove.
My motions sickness.
I don't wanna lose this pills from bein totalled.
From the road that follows.

Chorus
Well were all behind this.
Crack down on these crisis.
Tracing to the end of.
The road of distraction.
Gotta get back to.
Spending our plays of the game.
For better things.
Forgetting about endless waves of regrets.
Mourners cry.
The older die.
Poor lose money.
Honey is sweet.
Batterys are sold.
Ice is cold.
But if you bit both.
You will freeze from the icy and electricity won't let go.

Do I not include, intruders have to lose them
.Im on the bottom working up.Your from the top. Nowhere to go but down.
I know where im goin.
Youve been searching for something.
I promise that its not enough.
Sorry maybe someday i'll have happier things to say.
But tommorrow is on it's way.
So get prepared be ready to change.
Transform into grace.
Seems much easier than this.

Chorus
Well were all behind this.
Crack down on these crisis.
Tracing to the end of.
The road of distraction.
Gotta get back to.
Spending our plays of the game.
For better things.
Forgetting about endless waves of regrets.
Mourners cry.
The older die.
Poor lose money.
Honey is sweet.
Batterys are sold.
Ice is cold.
But if you keep liking them.
Frostbit will come of it.
While electricity won't let go.

Relationship are said to be worked on.
Tension in a subject i have studyed about.
It's not my problem your wrong.
It's not my fault that im not.

Chorus
Well were all behind this.
Crack down on these crisis.
Tracing to the end of.
The road of distraction.
Gotta get back to.
Spending our plays of the game.
For better things.
Forgetting about endless waves of regrets.
Mourners cry.
The older die.
Poor lose money.
Honey is sweet.
Batterys a cold.
But if you keep biting it.
Know electricity won't let go.

You think i am joking.
You laugh off everything.
The end is coming.
Are you stay so lazy.
Waiting for it to pass with disadvantage.


Chorus
Well were all behind this.
Crack down on these crisis.
Tracing to the end of.
The road of distraction.
Gotta get back to.
Spending our plays of the game.
For better things.
Forgetting about endless waves of regrets.
Parks are for childrens laughter.
Disaster comes to the grave.
Mimes tell actions when words don't need to be said.
It's obvious we are meant for this.
So let's protect what been given us.
Before God takes it back.

FolioStar All Rights Reserved





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