Chroma
Because we're back
All Black
American heart attack
Little smoke blowin' out my stack
Voice is raspy but no cracks
White iron I don't snap
I just flex deadly weapon poundin' on your back
In the hands of an Art God
Archons bowin' at the feet of Jesus
Chained to the fools makin' music for their egos
I just wanna scratch at my desk in my basement
Not scared of the dark
But I'm afraid of blank pages
Light up

With compassion as your vessel
Light up

And may grace rest upon your head
Growth pains
Counter weight
Sifting like tectonic plates
Don't want no Love like Kurt Cobain
Tryna live and keep my brain sharp
Like a lion's claw
Butcher knife
Bonе saw
And when I die and I'm fading away
I hope I'm rеplaced, by the drums and the bass
Hope this beat blows your Corolla stereo
Yo
Caught in a river of color and love
Exploring the stars in unicorn blood
I save my breath now for only speaking words of love
And I starved my brain for oxygen
Finishing this song

Good things come slow
Good things come
Good things come when you're doing what you want