Coming up out of the false world built for sin
Ironic emotion…
A bottomless ocean that we are swimming in
Amongst the religion less
Distorted images, tell me why there’s any knowledge?
No one is themselves... everybody’s everybody!
Creating illusions of stringed puppets controlling puppeteers
Making music for you, cause ain’t nothing clear
Unplug your ears and open your irises!
Cause I am just trying to get the truth to the ones who’re dying to live
And I got no time to give to those who are caught up in the faster life
Hooked on fame, brought up with the parasites…
Trying to get untangled
Life is difficult!
But I will figure out the path, climb and live for love!
Cause I believe in a Christ that sees the ironies inside of me
That manifest in life but it seems that I could reach new heights on beats
But I write to please myself… It matters not
I’m so sarcastic…
What a paradox.
Chorus
*The sweet ironies of life dangling on a string
The sweet ironies of life we’re all just a dream
The sweet ironies of life dangling on a string
The sweet ironies of life people spill red for the green*
Mental Grafik Verse
What a wonderful world we living in
Watching as Satan grins walking on water.
Teaching the children to follow him and
Blending in wearing human skin
He started his own congregation he called it true and living
He heals lupus and hepatitis now the lambs see him as the return of Jesus
He twists the cross installs upside down star, the mark triple 6
He explains the cross is idol worship and priests-raping little boys is proof of it
The lambs that go to confession and the more lambs start questioning
The more Satan starts heals em
He cures autism with syringes filled with demons in them
The cruel irony the lambs that can see Lucifer are the ones who truly suffer
The blind lambs scream that this is the return of the father
and if u can’t see this than you must be GOD worshipers waiting for the rapture
Chorus
*The sweet ironies of life dangling on a string
The sweet ironies of life we’re all just a dream
The sweet ironies of life dangling on a string
The sweet ironies of life people spill red for the green*
Sleep Verse
I’m shaking my head like when will it end
She sound’s like her he sounds like him
You sound like us they sound like them
To find the root of it all I’ma go out on a limb
I’m guessing he ain’t have it but he wishes he did
Strives to be the man so he acts like the kid
Trying to be the best one that’s what the rest want
Cause cats are like funyuns (a few hits) on to the next one
I see you daily wanna be Jay-z’s, lil wayne’s T-pain’s y’all make me crazy
You’re manufactured shapes like cookies dough patterns
Left out to rot like jack-o-lanterns
It’s time somebody steps up changes the pace
Does what it takes to put rules back in place
And crush those that abuse it or don’t know how to use it
When the game stands still they ask for the movement
Chorus
*The sweet ironies of life dangling on a string
The sweet ironies of life we’re all just a dream
The sweet ironies of life dangling on a string
The sweet ironies of life people spill red for the green*
credits
from Blue Theory,
released January 15, 2016
Written By: Calen Appollo, Hervin Hood, Tom Dodson
Produced By: Hervin Hood
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