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Blanket of Ghosts
I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain
Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain The things im ashamed of feel like dear old st paul The things that I wanna do, I don't do at all So bury me deep, cover me with snow Wrap me in sleep, blanket of ghosts The spirit is willing, but the flesh is so weak I wanna kiss her lips, but I kissed her cheek Just hear my request, give this one on fair way Please take me home before it's too late Bury me deep, cover me with snow Wrap me in sleep, blanket of ghosts Wake me when it's spring time in heaven When the tears are all white from my face Wake me when it's spring time in heaven When I'm strong enough to walk in that place |
I feel the devil rents a room in my brain.
^ dope right there. This is nice bro, stay dropping. |
ye souls right about the line
also feelin' the 2nd verse. keep it up man. |
This started much better then it ended my friend. Your opening stanza was pretty dope man. But by the second, I started losing interest. The wording became more elementary and your flow become weaker. Emotion started amazing but went down to average, same with your visual opinions. Decent piece with a dope start. You've got potential -- hope to see you venting into it.
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