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letra de night writers - chris nerger

the night riders, the day hiders, the outsiders
we out finding the outliers, put out fires, flame r-t-rdant
growing the garden, gods green earth and universes
clean verses, dream searching, lean inertia
initially official, specialty whistle, heaven the issue
but h-ll will it miss you, i tell you it’s just you
just trust you, i trust i, but must i
remind the blessed guy, and rhyme the test
i fly the best, i divest thе truth
that youth and soon the moon, rise and you, croon with whom
i suppose you chosе, but unclothed i rose, enclosed the soul
but found the role, and rock i know
is my clock slow? or am i counting faster
toward mounting disasters, that i discount
just dismount, to tens out, meditate to zen out
good vibes i send out
goodbyes i went out, side, i high-fived, a ghost
i lived the most, i been a host
to angels and demons, the angles i seen em’
taking shots with the english
my pockets distinguished, got nothing in ‘em
no phone, no bones, no home, this road, is blissful
my own lil’ fistful, see it all with a crystal, ball, a threstrals call
i confessed it all, that i’m blessed with all, living in a festival
knowing even the best will fall, and the worst will raise
the worst of days spent insane thinking your sane
and owning your pain, just holding your brain
head in hands
but just the prequel to heavens hands, lifting til equal
unscripted the sequel, conscripted the people
but now they busting the evil, and trusting the helo
sun shine bright on the halo, the faithful
granted more than the line of a fable
but a seat at the table, made by gods and men
this odd event, single and solo
a wrinkle in the holograph, its all just math
1 and zeros and all of that
but call me back, if i go to far, if i wrote this bar
if i know too hard, if i chose this art, was it like mozart
when this heart, heard the stars, and merged with ours
in perfect harmony, ditched the money and false dichotomies
weak economies, filled with enemies
i send ‘em ease, and ask em please
put down the guns and come with me
there’s a new way of living fun, and comfortably
and it has nothing to do with hierarchies
just getting high in anarchy
with no rulers, we all homeschoolers x3

- chris nerger

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