Profit Drama - Praise the Sun

If your ascension is essential, don't give into your own mental
Stone wall that's in your head, you put it up and you can make it fall
Let's take a walk inside of your mind and say hello to your psycho-active trigger
Gone pick a fight with your colt-45 and tear your agony down
Look up and take a bow, low
Your hands, connected now through
Your doubt, your hope, your hate
Let go, quit holding on, low
No room in the state your on through
Your blues, your fear, your loathing
You praise yourself and you're surprised when the world doesn't notice you
As if they've got the time
Your image can't proceed you if it's all that you offer to give to all that takes from you
It's too late if we call fate at midnight, when the moon is out
It's your wall that's gonna stand tall if you leave the hammer down in the dirt
Gone pick it up
Look up and take a bow, low
Your hands, connected now through
Your doubt, your hope, your hate
Let go, quit holding on, low
No room in the state your on through
Your blues, your fear, your loathing

Written by:
Trevor Martell

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