Finer Art

[Chorus]
I'll just be holding on to your hand, your hand
I'll just be holding on to your hand, your hand

[Verse 1]
Always looking for that finer art
So I'm looping on this cannibal [?] and audibly
It's falling like some aerosols
How to get a meal in my mind
How to make the stress less inside
Wanna rewind the feelings of aggravated feels
To make music for the love, goosebumps and chills
Or inspire no feels with some time to kill
Laying the tracks like a brick line, Masen Bill
But that's a long [?] that shine like the fool's gold
Pearly gates walk take a toll on your soul
I see there's bills to be paid and there's clothes to fold
Either pill burns the sage the pen's light just glow
You turn to built or you tilt then you defer the dream
The lust of the flesh tends to prefer to beam
The brush with the depth when it occurred to me
The blood brush doing [?] when it tested
See, you gotta stand back when you're too invested
Get your hand out the bag if you're tempted
Reconsider the facts and if it's truth then accept it
'Cause your head in the sand, they ain't showing the method

[Chorus]
I'll just be holding on to your hand, your hand
I'll just be holding on to your hand, your hand

[Verse 2]
It's love for the art so there's pros and cons
It comes from the heart so I'm open arms
Playing my chosen cards with the role in gods
Versus comedic ones, dramatics are a potent cause
If you don't know
Everything depends on the sound
Like a ground to the hoop, to a [?] in the crowd
From a shriek to a wail
I'm a bell tolls [?]
To a champion that's, [?] stringer to strung
Said a prayer, what I heard was the sound of a horn
It pulled something from me that was doing some harm
I sink through the chaos and go through the psalms
Joining the seance and wrote 'till it's gone
[?]
Holding on the talisman
Slave to the rhythm, it's the blood of an African
Takes me sky-bound, Raphael at the Vatican
The song playing host like the home of a pathogen
Been a Halogen globe, the flicker through the sound bite
Points at the gravity low, to get the sound right
Dreamed as a riot, then they're calling this name
He walked through the pain to be on the hall of fame
Something trouble me, making my skin crawl
Some ancient clouds gathering one a piece of a jigsaw

[Chorus]
I'll just be holding on to your hand, your hand
I'll just be holding on to your hand, your hand