[00:00.00]#Bryson Andres Feat. Allen Soule - Bunker of Soule#
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[00:01.47]As I sit here in the bunker of my thoughts,
[00:04.95]I count the enormity of my choices that have been following me to the path of no return.
[00:11.80]
[00:12.42]My unchecked thoughts which manifested into my awakening activities have dug a hole so big
[00:20.28]that it could swallow a city of angels.
[00:22.98]
[00:23.87]God,
[00:24.82]I fear my luck has run out and I don't think I'm going to make it out of here alive.
[00:30.24]
[00:30.60]The bullets fly unseen, yet their sounds remind me of angry wasps coming for their intended prey.
[00:38.58]
[00:39.42]Mortars.
[00:40.42]which I tough were on the good side,
[00:42.71]my side,
[00:44.08]torn the flesh away from my comrades,without warning,
[00:48.94]making muscle into mush.
[00:51.18]
[00:52.00]The dark,
[00:53.01]frumpy ground smells unlike anything
[00:56.02]that I've ever known before,
[00:57.54]
[00:58.44]Felling this threatening moment so intense,
[01:02.30]terrified of death, pounding at the door way into my soul.
[01:07.63]
[01:08.49]This may be my last stand, an unreached potential, stewing remnants in a half open coffin.
[01:16.87]
[01:17.92]I pray louder explosions going on around me.
[01:24.02]Not my life ending in deluding frightenings.
[01:27.55]I recalled my past a long time ago when I believed in kindness, compassion, sweetness, joy and fairness.
[01:38.00]
[01:38.32]Life was gentle,
[01:39.89]not harsh,
[01:41.11]and it was forgiving.
[01:42.80]
[01:43.46]My soul conveyed a message of peace to itself,
[01:46.61]that my intelligence was only taking my imaginationto the next level and anything was possible
[01:54.19]if I only believed it and wanted it deeply enough.
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[01:58.60]The ground moved sharply, appropriately from the storm of man's breath
[02:04.45]and inner conflict shaking me back into this reality.
[02:09.06]
[02:09.77]God,
[02:10.70]will You not save me from my own choices which have gotten me to my wrong destination.
[02:16.75]
[02:17.39]If there is a miracle to be head of lord,in this great big Universe, it's not too late to show me
[02:24.82]Your way.
[02:26.08]
[02:26.90]I have dug a pit of unconscious complexities so large
[02:32.56]that even Einstein would find this problem provoking.
[02:36.89]
[02:37.73]How did I end up like this?
[02:39.76]The though cycles, recycles through my mind defining the crimes of those somewhere outside of my vision.
[02:48.64]
[02:49.56]Yet,
[02:50.49]if I truly quiet my mind and breathe deeply into my heart,
[02:55.61]even for a moment, calm prevails.
[03:00.62]
[03:01.28]I can hear their pain and fell their suffering moving though the Earth's crust,
[03:07.36]
[03:07.98]Their're yelling, pleading, calling out for different rimes and reasons,
[03:13.58]yet their meaning is all the same.
[03:16.68]
[03:16.81]Their words are computer sounds,
[03:19.06]but somehow find their way through my bleeding ear drumbs.
[03:22.78]
[03:24.04]"Please, someone help me!"
[03:26.49]"Medic!!"
[03:27.87]"Get the preacher man!"
[03:29.98]
[03:30.51]I pray, only to hear the words
[03:33.43]"Draw Back"
[03:34.60]from someone of authority.
[03:36.88]
[03:37.16]But this tow would be suicide.
[03:40.01]I am hopelessly trapped.
[03:42.04]
[03:42.70]A voice more reasonable succumbs: "Somehow, soldier
[03:46.52]you pitied yourself against the world and someway a shape performed".
[03:51.12]
[03:54.68]I don't remember doing so.
[03:56.76]And if somehow this were true,
[03:58.43]
[03:59.18]How did I do it,
[04:00.67]Why would I do it?
[04:02.13]It's not right to hurt yourself.
[04:04.23]Crazy people only do that.
[04:06.68]And we protect crazy people from hurting themselves,
[04:09.63]Right?
[04:10.20]So I thought.
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[04:13.04]God,
[04:14.25]keep the last pieces of my sanity connected to my skull.
[04:19.25]
[04:21.59]A flare travels skyward into the everless can cave me above
[04:26.91]a light of hope or an invitation for more death?
[04:30.27]
[04:30.98]I pull my hip lower than it possibly could go.
[04:34.64]Under the current circumstances
[04:37.11]I presume the latter.
[04:38.85]
[04:39.84]I wish I had the capacity to think differently,
[04:43.52]but basic training has removed my independence,
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[04:47.97]Most,
[04:48.50]if not all,
[04:48.84]My purity,
[04:50.13]And made me co-depended
[04:52.15]And regretfully soul.
[04:54.46]
[04:55.56]Slowly the fragments of light bit at the veil of darkness as it drifted downward showing a stage of death
[05:04.08]
[05:04.64]I didn't want to look at.
[05:06.64]
[05:07.45]My thoughts seemed so important and precious now.
[05:12.17]Why had it take me so long for me to ask
[05:15.60]suck simple questions my soul wanted to know?
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[05:24.24]#Bryson Andres Feat. Allen Soule - Bunker of Soule#
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