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Every Day I Rise Lyrics
There’s a machine between me and the page
It’s like a song how it rings and it bangs
Rhythm from my fingers, melody for my brain
Purpose of which it simply evades
Every day I rise and no one cares
I got no disciples to scare
When ya devote yourself to a martyr, pull the shades
Guess you might turn out the same way
I remember a tragic poetess
Guess I seen a little too much
A little too much to let it stand
A little too much to let it stand
My tools of perception are not too strong
It all seems so out of my hands
Everything that‘s not built in, shall be taken
Shall be taken
It’s no crime we got off easy
It’s no crime we got off easy
You amongst us could dispute the metaphor
A Bemular pyrogenic
Sure as the pulp is in the page
Sure as the tree was successfully slayed
Every day I rise and no one cares
I got no disciples to scare
Every day I rise and no one cares
I got no disciples to scare
It’s like a song how it rings and it bangs
Rhythm from my fingers, melody for my brain
Purpose of which it simply evades
I got no disciples to scare
When ya devote yourself to a martyr, pull the shades
Guess you might turn out the same way
Guess I seen a little too much
A little too much to let it stand
A little too much to let it stand
It all seems so out of my hands
Everything that‘s not built in, shall be taken
Shall be taken
It’s no crime we got off easy
You amongst us could dispute the metaphor
A Bemular pyrogenic
Sure as the tree was successfully slayed
I got no disciples to scare
Every day I rise and no one cares
I got no disciples to scare
Song Info
Submitted by
littlepoint On Apr 01, 2018
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