Silence Speaks (feat. KO WIN)

We want the same things, been lost in the cycle

We want the same things, been trapped by survival

We want the same things

Buried face in the fleece who's surfing dreams under sheep

Tell me what's been the genre that's rolling onto your screen

Is it something above or in the den of the beast

Is it swaddled by love or dashed away in the sea

Plotting to seek revenge it's marked its' x on the king

I feel it might be the latter allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak up

Stone face king watched as a land which beamed

Burnerd in a fiery siege

Ironclad leaves thrashed by their wants not needs

Lost in their lust obscene

Every swing of the sword left armor spit at the seams

In the rift of the flesh he saw what caused him to feind

Embers entered his breath the pain mimicked his greed

Each skeleton he would level knew sorry coated the reeds

Tatted upon his iris a target cladded in green

Looking up at apollo his stomach felt an unease

Said that life was a blessing remembered Earth for the meek

Then sunk his blade in another the devil grinning his teeth

We want the same things, been lost in the cycle

We want the same things, been trapped by survival

We want the same things

Buried face in the fleece who's surfing dreams under sheep

Tell me what's been the genre that's rolling onto your screen

Is it something above or in the den of the beast

Is it swaddled by love or dashed away in the sea

Plotting to seek revenge it's marked its' x on the king

I feel it might be the latter allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak

Allow your silence to speak up

Chase high speed f getting close to e

Cash and a cross only

Thoughts six feet wrapped in the cloth of kings

Said I'll be rich at least

Heavy weighted the feet of man leaving the scene

Doing ninety in fifty burnt rubber all he could breathe

Saw demise in the rearview ahead of him he was free

Swung the hammer three-sixty his inner ear heard the ring

Hit he rail start rolling that chariot grew its' wings

Metal mirrored tinfoil accordioned in the seat

Looked around he was teathered the gas started to leak

But crumbled up was a hundred he felt the heat when he reached