Devouring without hesitation, embrace them
Mesmerized by a vibration
Shaking to the core
Washed up hail storm, i destroy no form
Rail way four stopped traffic with a pause
Poor causes a terrorist, therapist
Without a twist, stress legit
Through the mist
Ominous waves flash flood with old taste
Make way for a villainous approach to get paid
Satisfaction object, brought distraction and rage
Inconsistence molds turns souls into rigid holes
Unconstitutional methods to methodical madness brings forth foretold sorrow
Till the day we all grow old
Do not involve yourself with the impractical
For you will never know what will be sown
Only time is allowed to tell that story
Till the day we all grow old
Vaughan Stacey - Bald Headed Doom Lyrics
Vaughan Stacey - Bald Headed Doom Lyrics
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Devouring without hesitation, embrace them
Mesmerized by a vibration
Shaking to the core
Washed up hail storm, i destroy no form
Rail way four stopped traffic with a pause
Poor causes a terrorist, therapist
Without a twist, stress legit
Through the mist
Ominous waves flash flood with old taste
Make way for a villainous approach to get paid
Satisfaction object, brought distraction and rage
Inconsistence molds turns souls into rigid holes
Unconstitutional methods to methodical madness brings forth foretold sorrow
Till the day we all grow old
Do not involve yourself with the impractical
For you will never know what will be sown
Only time is allowed to tell that story
Till the day we all grow old
Mesmerized by a vibration
Shaking to the core
Washed up hail storm, i destroy no form
Rail way four stopped traffic with a pause
Poor causes a terrorist, therapist
Without a twist, stress legit
Through the mist
Ominous waves flash flood with old taste
Make way for a villainous approach to get paid
Satisfaction object, brought distraction and rage
Inconsistence molds turns souls into rigid holes
Unconstitutional methods to methodical madness brings forth foretold sorrow
Till the day we all grow old
Do not involve yourself with the impractical
For you will never know what will be sown
Only time is allowed to tell that story
Till the day we all grow old
Writer: Vaughan Stacey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid