Camrin Takumi - Searching lyrics

[Verse 1] Dripping blood through the speaker. Diligent through hardships autumn is the perfect teacher Beyond decently expressing pilgrimage, deafs falling through the common procedure Striving in a life of sin where Jesus couldn't hither. So, please reconsider your opinion when I'm checking in the lifeless inn Brawlin with leviathan No Parkinson's he's eyein' easy targets in Detonate before Galileo sentences bring the mental prisons in The Cerebral requires adequate nutrition Still a tad bit too prodigious Head where the crown sits, and spits the verbal Auschwitz Feel it in your heart throb Stimulants feverish, get you closer to god everytime the head nod. They said anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity Stevie when they wonder Look beneath the pigment and see the symmetry Symmetrical self proclaimed prophecy's bullsh**s what they ought to be My father is what my father should've thought to be And, Honestly I don't think love has a color, or a gender Scripted scriptures stroked in HD, and still couldn't receive the bigger picture Scrutinize the oddities Whatever, pot leafs finding serenity Steam the quality broccoli Til the Franklin's spire robust in quantity [Verse 2] Keep me at peace Tried to give my brother felonies for doing the job of police Bodybuildin' for his keep, move the product with the nina under the seat I'm stabbin' stanzas with syringes and auctionin' off the heap Never heard cancer speak, christened in influenza poetry Flawlessly stitched with the embroidery Starving artist regardless Blinded cognizance? Jottin' verses in Onyx Dread synoymous sentences opposite of nostalgic Watermarked the documents Underneath many influences In the post meridian Coliseum pits where they birthed em in See the serpents Youth got me waltzin' slow with Satan Adam sinned I guess that's why my n***as die in the evenin God loves mother's grieving. There has to be a different meaning Lucifer's in all of us while we quote papers, and pray to the ceiling Let the narcotics soon find sense in everything Cut ties once I saw the difference between the dream chasers, and the dreaming A Lone Ranger banging Tommy's at kemohsabee's, my neighbor probably gonna murder me Behind the curtains where the convicts be Victims of conflicts, where religious religions contradict The rain won't let up, caught sunlight through it Roses blossom after the harshest weather Til' then dutches peelin' writing potent soliloquoy til' the hand looses feelin Still searching for a meaning. (x3)