Something to chill to
I choose to be a better being, to be the best version of me I choose to be a better being, to be the best version of me, I choose to be a better being to be the best version of me, I choose to be a better being to see the truth that I'm not seeing. I choose the truth and to love outwardly and set all of my secrets free. I choose the truth and to love outwardly and set all of my secrets free I choose the truth and to love outwardly and set all of my secrets free. I choose to be the spiritual being that I have always meant to be. I choose ascension, I choose ascension, I choose ascension
My heart is filled with darkness I can no longer water down but God knows that I know I only need to transcend it I don’t need to know how cause I can’t learn to transcend darkness I still try to fight from the 12 tribes to the tunnel of light am I the product of Babylon. I can’t relate to any Middle Eastern durge’s I can’t relate to happy dead head music I’m not the product of Babylon not the victom of those so long gone any more than the illusion of right and wrong or that I dreamed up the words to this song it’s just the product of Babylon and a fool that thought he could rule the kingdom of God no comfort from thy staff and thy rod I got it backwards so it seems a bit odd are we supposed to compete for a taste of the sweetest grace when we are all a disgrace staring at God in the face when we should be looking straight down with our head hung in shame but in the transferal of blame we should have been long gone back to Babylon but we are still here living in darkness and fear too guilty to shed anymore tears and I still don’t know the way from here still waiting for my head to clear and know if I’m anymore near than I was yesterday or am I even further away or have I just found my way back to babylon. Some woman in a bar with invisible scars said she was afraid of me and I found it hard to believe she said I was a powerful demon but I just couldn’t see it maybe in another life no child I love no ex wife or ex something or another they borrow things from the deceased that they will never return am I the mark of the beast or am I just meant to burn keep me on a short leash or I just might return or cast me right back to Babylon
A taste of one of my most requested and covered originals “I Don’t Give a Fuck” you can find links to my music, art and all kinds of media by searching one word “bbqwhore” in Google, soundcloud, soundclick, YouTube, facebook etc etc. lots of free downloads
This is something inspired by a charecter from an opera my friends created