rate up hate up shut
raspy doubt waits
no fate it doubts great
you aint got no balls ack
come tell me ive been doubt’n wiffowt yo tact tact
breakn down aint come around
you got ground i got doubts
we got large we got halls to stop at the door
door slam you shut that fuck
i aint know nothin bout never enough
always too much always love at first
love at last is that in my past
is that what faith has
enough faith
“your faith has saved you, go in peace”
whattabout pieces what about pisces
who are you?
who are you?
that love would still come last
first and last
“I stand at the door and knock”
you just wana come in?
who would wana face that sin?
who would wana come within?
wrestle well my weary friend
your post-its of replacement sink well deep in their intent
intent that gets over rid den
by that love still coming last
first and last
and the middle doesnt get passed
belief it seems too little not enough
you be askn i be “fuck that stuff”n
all that weight it jus seems like that jus seems like grav
ity already got me but really theres weightlessness to all this mess i ness
“I stand at the door and knock”
thanks for knocking and wanting to come in
please bring an end to my resistance
sorry for my replacements and all the small subsituuu shins
thanks for yo love that is first last and neva ends
