If The World Plays Ball

If The World Plays Ball

By Sebastian DiazComedy
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  • 🌎EP_23🌎
    Lyrics:
    You cant fuck with me now!
    No, I'm way to proud.
    You can't fuck with me now!
    Noo O
    I'm on the up again.
    I'm on the up again.
    Can you fucking
    Feel it.
    Feeling up up up!
    Your Number Mentos Block.
    Can it in a coke, shake it up a lot.
    Say fuck it, chuck it, and run.
    Don't look back, explosion!
    Glide away walking that walk,
    naughty look, pillar of salt
    Be still baby.
    I would move on, but I'm fucking made.
    I'm the sacrifice, your the fucking blade.
    From ear to ear, your grin appears,
    my neck is warm, its all so clear.
    Blood costs it all, vision gestalts.
    God fuck it all!
    My feel fades from inside you.
    But the void it remains
    soul synced in, were insane.
    Brutal blocks Brutal blocks.
    We're All just Rubble.
    And My Vacancy flirts with
    your soul steady in hurt.
    Brutal Block Brutal Blocks.
    We're All just rubble.
    Your very soul is your pain, give it up.
    Break the blame.
    Brutal Block, Brutal Blocks.
    We're all just rubble.
    You could have it any other way.
    But you don't, and its clear
    my dear you like it rough.
    Life will give another take
    to you dear, and to be fair that man
    needs all your love.
    The ending was already here.
    Don't be scared, my dear,
    the tears are where we seemed love
    We will both never be the same.
    But don't be scared.
    That pain is whats called love.
    So the void it remains,
    you'll think back.
    Pang of Pain!
    Brutal blocks brutal blocks
    Were all just RUBBLE.
    RUBBLE! RUBBLE!
    We are all just Rubble.
    RUBBLE! RUBBLE!
    We are all just Rubble.
    The ending it was here
    and it came.
    brutal blocks, brutal blocks,
    were are all just Rubble.
    Oh what you do to me,
    just like Like an EMP.
    Your pulse it races me,
    zero to 123, burn out
    We've been getting up to trouble lately
    our weekend sins be lining up so neatly
    We fuck again, we fuck again, we fuck again
    and break out
    Our EMP
    Trauma maybe baby whats the binding.
    The pleasure in the books slicks unwinding,
    whats chained to our darkest door.
    I'm yours.
    its all so fake
    besides the way you feel
    its all so fake
    except three words are real
    EMP
    I don't like anyone one, I don't like anyone one, I don't like anyone one.
    But you.
    been reading rabid bible-bile and leavings
    force fed regurgitated deceivin s.
    together we can turn it all into something real
    with a little bit of feel
    Your fathers locked story unweaving
    the narrative is now ours belive me
    instinct is just one of our new gods
    for the fresh prey
    we can take it all then combine it
    then eviscerate it whole confinement
    be free as long as I hold it inside
    stamina
    I'm not hiding babe oh you can find me
    you can swallow cut squeeze or bite me
    I'm a whore to the core baby fuck me I'm yours.
    its all so fake
    besides the way you feel
    its all so fake
    Except for your
    Electromagnetic Pulse
    Electromagnetic Pulse
    Electromagnetic Pulse
    I don't like anyone one, I don't like anyone one, I don't like anyone one.
    But you.
    Electromagnetic Pulse
    Electromagnetic Pulse
    I don't like anyone one, I don't like anyone one, I don't like anyone one.
    But you.
    11 min

About If The World Plays Ball

From the publisher's feed

I have no idea what I'm doing, but I get a lot of musical ideas so this is where I put them. I think I am making music for a movie that has yet to exist.