Eries Daughter

Only In The Stories That Men Tell Does The Wolf Die... We live long lives and ride lethal. Grip knives by sides, and die by needles. Always smart eye despite how many poeple. cut throat in mind and will lie when we need to. in a few days we breeze through and leave for the devil to keep you. And how we do, Heaven will weep for all my lost orphans. I'm solid, and surive my own abortion. The world is mine so fuck to divide in fair portions. Pour out some more, and mount these pale hoarses. Stick up stores fo coins, we've made choices. I've shed my flesh to dispose of benine forces. but less then the minds of nine corpses. But always captain of mine, i've set courses. To be pure of no drugs or whore shit. Like in tyme you'll find, that when metal meets the grind only i can shine. Even knee deep in grime. Only i will shine. I walk soft but speak divine. While yal run mouths and abandon hope. But be quiet when blades find homes across all haters throats. And bones break like silence with bad jokes. Cuz your a lil lost tanglin with native folks.