Song | White Widow (feat. Kody Hale) |
Artist | The Holy Guile |
Album | OG |
[feat. Kody Hale of Hail To The King] | |
Surrender | |
Speaking every tongue | |
the gate is kept by my hand and none | |
confiscated means | |
lost in thought forgetting to breathe | |
don’t be too quick to believe | |
these dimensions are not what they seem | |
emerging from the mist | |
a mouth full of lime | |
and a goblet full of piss | |
I am what shakes your bones | |
I am the devil | |
legba, adrenochrome | |
a world confined in your head | |
dwelling on nothing but meaningless dread | |
holding onto what you have seen | |
shaking foundation too real for a dream | |
crossroads of spirit | |
the wind is singing yet too deaf to hear it | |
whatever is left can never be found | |
surrender yourself surrender to the sound | |
don’t you know that I see right through you | |
staring at yourself in the mirror looking hollow | |
looking back at nothing every piece you borrowed | |
worry everyday worry bout to tomorrow | |
why is emptiness all you can find | |
secondhand eyes little hand me down thoughts | |
product of a generation only dreams to rot | |
eyes on the prize eyes always on the cost | |
living up the life in a paradise lost inside your mind | |
don’t you know that I see right through you | |
don’t you know | |
don’t you know | |
don’t you know that I see everything |
feat. Kody Hale of Hail To The King | |
Surrender | |
Speaking every tongue | |
the gate is kept by my hand and none | |
confiscated means | |
lost in thought forgetting to breathe | |
don' t be too quick to believe | |
these dimensions are not what they seem | |
emerging from the mist | |
a mouth full of lime | |
and a goblet full of piss | |
I am what shakes your bones | |
I am the devil | |
legba, adrenochrome | |
a world confined in your head | |
dwelling on nothing but meaningless dread | |
holding onto what you have seen | |
shaking foundation too real for a dream | |
crossroads of spirit | |
the wind is singing yet too deaf to hear it | |
whatever is left can never be found | |
surrender yourself surrender to the sound | |
don' t you know that I see right through you | |
staring at yourself in the mirror looking hollow | |
looking back at nothing every piece you borrowed | |
worry everyday worry bout to tomorrow | |
why is emptiness all you can find | |
secondhand eyes little hand me down thoughts | |
product of a generation only dreams to rot | |
eyes on the prize eyes always on the cost | |
living up the life in a paradise lost inside your mind | |
don' t you know that I see right through you | |
don' t you know | |
don' t you know | |
don' t you know that I see everything |