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• Artiste: Hitokiri Battousai
• Titre: What If?
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Been feeling these emotions again, while driving maybe it’s the constant motion, the lights collidin’ visions of child staring sleepily out the window visions of old that grab hold and guide the pen flow as he’s carried to his bed on the backs of giants holding tight around the neck, cause an ax is flyin’ whizzing past his head, sheltered from the acts of violence we pretended te avoid the walk, had to act real silent Kaleidoscope of thoughts, run the tract inside yeh that dark place that you fought, just grab n’ ignite it watch as the doors unlock, you’re practically cryin’ slow down and stop though it’s sad to see Bryan it feels good to face the shadows fingers grip the swords hilt, in the midst of battle knocked off the horse’s saddle as your helmet gets rattled it’s a dangerous path, that which leads to an adult Mrs. Fairy godmother, please grant me a wish I’ve been living in this mist, in a family of fish haven’t really used my fists, nor had alotta shit that’s why my only wish, is for the lonely to get kissed Can you understand the words rolling off my lips? Or should I make the trek up north so I can ask Saint Nick? Cause As I sit, I reminisce, of all the people that I miss lives were stripped, I made a list I can’t ever, forget rising outta the darkness, the question what if? What if? As we crossed the great plains into Gordon Ranch had no clue what to expect in these northern lands man with the black book in hand said not to scorn his plan ???? layer of protection, thorny landscape kept all emotion buried deep, stole the lair's key below the stair's feet at the end of a road I said I won't dare reach and for many years I let my wounds shut or heal darkness loomed overhead the hills of Butterfield slowly, yet surely, I uncovered a shield opened my eyes, life was suddenly revealed found the way to shine through with pure imagination which keeps us alive preventing it's stagnation I was broken 'till reforged in an eleven furnace I stared into the abyss and escaped lickity split though it tried to resist I was much too swift for it's bag o' tricks and in times of crisis I find comfort in the words of a hobbit It's dangerous business heading out your front steps, so as I sit, I reminisce, of all the people, that I miss, their lives were stripped I made a list, I can't ever, forget and while alone in the darkness I can't help but ask what if X3 what if x3 some were taken by the wind, some were taken by their sins some were taken down the river to a world that never ends but time will come to pass and I'll see them again I'll see them again