lyrics: jemo - misbelief

and the sky looked like god rendering the impossible find
that we took in the exigency believing one had the right
but if time could have been the same we would have never felt quite right
to become like a wounded minor nothing would have had to prove us right

what is this you give me jim crow in the dark ethyl light
face insice the gentry wasting softened your delight
boasting revelations vitrified an watered dry
you could have told me that all this would end up empty

and it's outside of me
ridding time of therapy
guilty in spite of me
threatened if you misbelieve

high priestess lie to me it can't be what i thought it was
but nothing ever returns back to the place of sepentine
unused to hosanna they enjoyed the daiquiris and grass
frustration four walled box i'm stuck in now and then

and it's inside of me
ridding time of therapy
guilty in spite of me
instructed not to misbelieve

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