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Desperate calling for an immediate ceasefire
I refuse to let myself go and see what lies elsewhere
My memories, my thoughts, my guts and all
Where will I be without the Owl?
I lay down bestowing the truth
The matter of my consciousness be of the youth
Never ending loathe of thè
But not for them, but for me
Desperate calling for an immediate ceasefire
I refuse to let myself go and see what lies elsewhere
Swirl to the ground, whine like a pig
I now know what kind of premise i tricked
Perhaps a change could’ve been made
But who was I to let this fade?
NEVER DID U TRY, NEVER DID U LISTEN
NEVER HAVE U EVER WENT TROUGH THE REASON
U LAY ON BEHALF OF THE PALACE AND ROT
FOR U WAS NOT ABLE TO SEE ABROAD
But how would I have picked it up,
It’s something so mingy , absurd?
And it was good, was it not?
You can't deny all the funsy lot.
Funsy, was it really? Or was it you,
Who was greedy.
Im the Owl , Im one of need
And you seemed to not be intrigued
For it is I, and where I stand
You shall now know what it meant.
I DO, I DO, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP
I’M GONNA BE YOURS, TRY AND BE THE ONE
I now know, I promise, just please
I can make it feel honest.
I may be wicked, I may be cursed
But for you, I will rehearse.
You still dont get it, do you Jester?
Just tryna play along, like you always don’t.
You play your cards and tricks,
And don’t worry about anything,
Instead treat me like a prick.
Im the Owl , Im one of need,
And you seemed to never ever be intrigued,
For it is I, and what I stand,
You shall now know what you did to make me faint.
Desperate calling for an immediate ceasefire
I refuse to let myself go and see what lies elsewhere
My memories, my thoughts, my guts and all,
Where will I be without the Owl?
I deserve nothing, I don’t deserve to able to take a single breath.
For what you stand, the only treatment I deserve,
Is nothing other…. than death.
I want to be erased , I want to cease from this world,
I’ll do it myself, so make sure to keep your feathers hurled.
Desperate calling for an immediate ceasefire
You refused to let yourself go and see what lies elsewhere
Your memories, your thoughts, your guts and all
you found out where you’d be without me, after all.
You did not bring righteousness, nor was you moral,
even before death you were the same old laurel.
If you really knew where I stand, you would have guessed,
That most sin, I, can repress or understand.
Times go by, things and people change
Yet you never made the alter to your range.