Shanax Bars - Ace of Cups

I hold it up, my golden cup
It's cold, so what? embolden us
Might roll a blunt, beholden such
Too cool for us, the olden crutch
I pour it up, I'm full of love
I tore it up, angel above
I swore it off, the baneful drugs
I wore the glove, pool of my blood

I can't help but get excited
It's the muses we invited
Can't stand still so I ignited
Hit the music, I'm delighted
I thank hell that I'm enlightened
This confusion feeling psychic
I rang bells to quell the frightened
This misuse is so misguided
Have you ever felt a melody
That triggers cells of memory
Those figures held for centuries
Can you tell I sell felonies

Written by:
Shannon Weaver

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