Money to Stack
Hands to the air. I’m giving up the reins to my cares. Sing in the sun. Blinding my eyes just to get some vision.
You know what’s best. You know the ancient blood we’ve spilt forging the trends. I guess that’s the chances that we take when we initiate a religion?
Blame in the shifting eyes. Violent words like knives we sharpen. Call the bank beggin’ just to add on. Stab ‘em in the back for money to stack the pews on.
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