Max Hedman - The Table
Lord knows my lungs are for smoking
They ain't mine, so I'm 'a leave them broken
Mend a paint job dented on a rental
Then watch it rust in the rain with your mental
I wear this skin as a vessel
Wear it down to the carbon you embezzeled
I'll deplete each limb while I'm able
Until then I'm leaving nothing on the table
And I know I want a callice
I'll leave a null shell of malice
We savor ammunition
Only to bury our ambition
Lord knows my eyes are for crying
As I die my eyes will be drying
And I'll bask in complete satisfaction
With not a grain of potential not in action
I wear this skin as a token
It ain't mine, so I'm 'a leave it broken
I'll sweat, bleed, and laugh while I'm able
Until then I'm leaving nothing on the table
Lord knows my lungs are for smoking
They ain't mine, so I'm 'a leave them broken
Mend a paint job dented on a rental
Then watch it rust in the rain with your mental
I wear this skin as a vessel
Wear it down to the carbon you embezzeled
I'll deplete each limb while I'm able
Until then I'm leaving nothing on the table
Written by:
Max Hedman
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