5 - the edge

matthew salmon

i got nothin that i need to say nothin hidden up my sleeve, got no tricks to play nothin different about me, just a different day no indifference just a will in me needs a change i think I'm insane, in the sense i tend isolate need the gold my brain holds to give away pokin holes took it's toll think i over paid gettin old gotta roll and the road is paved in a sober state, minus sleep deprived blockage in my sinuses and underneath my eyes there is purple bags, from all the bags of purple never worked for heaven on earth those pearly gates encircled I'm saint who's hurtful, a beneficial demon there's a line dividing both inside all human beins check mother theresa, it's up to you to equal what you think would change the world to make it sorta peaceful been on this course deceitful forces keep the torches lit and morphs it from the poorest kid who made it out the orphanage search whatever's sourcing this and stand up to some horridness your narcisistic course could up