Cunabear & Steel Tipped Dove, cunabear and Steel Tipped Dove - SHAVED MOLD

Chronically positive even at my lowest point Point angels towards hell when home is destroyed Heaven is a place from within the personal void Joy becomes a choice I bribe Lady Fortune for tunes tuned into the proper frequencies A zoom lens on a newly budding seed Rain flows as she’s weak at the knees My blood is not turned into art for an artifice No artificial flavor Bent my rent check towards the sun and pray no more for a landlord’s favor Black land ownership Turn my farm into a Gundam Mech Turn my home into a forested fortress protected by A fleet of Forretress No need for the Porsches Catch me on the porch reciting spells by torchlight Recalling history to improve my foresight Connecting to forces beyond what even a four-eyes like me can find And the third ain’t closed like when Hiruzen still lived Enough corpses alive to make gods question sins Shaved the mold But wouldn’t break it Nah Taste the gold but wouldn’t take it Nah If you say so I’m just grateful Living fable Team enabled Reach my dreams, give Endless thankyous Black land ownership Turn my farm into a Gundam Mech Turn my home into a forested fortress protected by A fleet of Forretress

Written by:
Joseph Fusaro, Matthew Dass

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