Can you hear
the church bells ring?
Here he comes,
it's the King of Kings
Can you hear
the church bells ring?
Here he comes,
it's the King of Kings
He's holds up arms,
made of usher strings
He's got all he wants,
and lost everything
Tell me how to stop I want to get off nervous when I talk about it
See I'm struggling with thoughts what I used to love losing patience and the passion used to think about my younger self before I had
The wetback when we got donations just a kid feeling what he felt dealing with the issues that he manifested
Tried his best with what he got,
but he got lost in what he's not
No, he's not a singer and he doesn't talk
He just got caught in a subplot soon the shot was over turned into a loner started losing power in his own songs
He was just opposed to losing his composure looking for the closure that he never got
When you hear
the church bells ring
Here he comes,
it's the King of Kings
His holds are burnt,
made of ashes and strings
He's got all he wants and lost everything
Aum.
the
same as your hazel eyes alone,
i would rather be at home
and i could laugh and i could try and live this life for a thousand times i know,
i would rather be at home