Letters From The Fire

Holy Ghost

Letters From The Fire

Worth The Pain


Staring up for your eye tied away
Until you wanna taste me
In your black and white
I'll Never be
The color that you bleed
Your heal that you see

Wake up
This not a dream
Not holy ghost selfish neath
And I can't get your suffering
Nothing's what it seems
I'm above your frequency
I'm not holding the hospide
You wanna taste me

Tried inside the boxer
Praise you wait for me
And could you set free
In your black and white
I'll Never be
Your sick that you need
The empty that your please

Wake up
This not a dream
Not holy ghost selfish neath
And I can't get your suffering
Nothing's what it seems
I'm above your frequency
I'm not holding the hospide

What would you worth be when you found me?
What would you do?
If nothing's to believe
Another answer to your praise
You're not my consider
I lost all when I came
I lost all that I carry
In your black and white
I'll Never be
The color that you bleed
Your heal that you see
Your sick that you need
The empty that your please

Wake up
This not a dream
Not holy ghost selfish neath
And I can't get your suffering
Nothing's what it seems
I'm above your frequency
I'm not holding the hospide

What would you worth be when you found me?
What would you do?
If nothing's to believe
Another answer to your praise
You're not my consider

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