[Hook: Conor]
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
[Verse 1: Conor]
Mind on change I think i am an alchemist
Besides my brain is converting to a catalyst
I abstain from allowing all this permanence
To wash my brain in the mere name of nervousness
Cause most night this brew releases the strangleholds
Prone to stage fright hindsight paints a man to gold
Hone these dog fights minds plight is intangible
Dethrone my minds right to blight to be fragile still
Moving mazes made of a hundred thousand pages
Just get so sedated that your minds is of the sages
Out of hand and straight outrages, my design can be contagious
Smell the weakness, when I piss, till the spleen is inflated
-Keeping score of my own self punishment
Over reaping hordes of fears shelf the judgments
Till I disappear, can I get a please and a thank you
Afraid I wouldn't be here dead and gone if i didn't drank brew
[Hook: Conor]
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
I breathe in cancer that washes down the rust
I breathe out answers that convert to dust
[Verse 2: Conor]
Overused its purpose, crack into the surface
My metal wings, tether things and me to earth its
Quite lovely, the subtlty of life is in service
To my virtues, and cures blues or at least gives them purpose
It stops all these urges, And it just nurses my lifeless
Turn priceless no longer in urns its, a new day a new life
A blue jay in dark nights, I rise to the finite, and content
In hindsight
I feel its my minds right, to choose as it pleases
Reality a beautiful thing just me seize it, this rust of mine steadily breathes
Do you believe its, a part of me and makes me beautiful the secret
Its acceptance believe it
Its acceptance believe it
Its acceptance believe it
Its acceptance believe it
Its acceptance believe it
Dust (Turning Cancer Into Rust) /Wabi Sabi was produced by Irregular Expression & deadxbeat.
Conor released Dust (Turning Cancer Into Rust) /Wabi Sabi on Thu Oct 08 2015.