Derek Ramin Worth

This world's like an ocean wave upon the shores of our lives

The blighted personality so enraptured by hard times

I killed the only thing that ever mattered to me

I made a promise that the streets would return

I only think about myself in endless worlds

While the rattle shakes for the lacerated unborn

She takes it in and out of her damaged life

The wall is made of flesh like the bank and school for minds

Rise to awaken the jungle inside your fleshy love

Taste the deadly poison with a baby's tongue

It spins a tale like cereal made of the streets

So you can lie upon the bed of dreams

One for the road

Gone to the street

One shoe

made for two feet

One for the road

Gone to the show

Two shoes

made for one foot

Yeah

Rise to awaken the jungle inside your fleshy love

Taste the deadly poison with a baby's tongue

I killed the only thing that ever mattered to me

I made a promise that the streets would return

All I want to say is that the world is so young

The brightest personality can always dissolve us