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lirik lagu a dragon never hides its wings. – chester p

[verse: chester p]
i’m an orphan, absorbed by the death defiance
where this daily breath of life is my next alliance
on the prairie of forever with a new horizon
euthanising all emotions still attached to dying
disentangling the circuitry of rapture crying out from the tracks of triumph
crippled limits in the traps of zion
holy spirits tryna clap for science
metaphysically endorsed by the next appliance
extra piously enticed man i’m back to basics
chasing ghosts in this tunnel full of actors’ faces
i’m senselessly advancing on the stature’s paces
manufacturеd by the fractured places
whеre tomorrow never happens till the moment turns its back and chases
after mysteries, hidden in the sacred mazes
hatred raises up its arms for the k!llers’ theme
lifting bl**dy heads from beneath the rusty guillotine
and this is life as we know it in the modern ages
the core’s rotten, whispers of forgotten sages
downtrodden by the system of inoculation
no resistance from the mystics of approximation
hypnotised by the clock’s sedation
i stand timeless in the shadow of these rulers of a toxic nation
what a price we have to pay for the life of kings
i rise above it ‘cause a dragon never hides its wings
i’m letting off my fires in the mazes
stuck on yesterday until i’m facing its replacement
hating on my virtues and the time it takes to shape them
i’m caught regardless in the darkness of my statements
taste the vapours of the spectres of the paper chasing
raised in sectors of the matrix with a taste for hating
on any thing that may resemble all of fate’s creation
they take creation and destroy it with a sacred patience
recreational destruction is the occupation
tribal sp*cemen, lost within the urban stages
i’m shamanic dodging doctors and inoculation
slap religion out of bibles and indoctrination
geometrics, mathematics and approximation
flower children, growing from the shattered paving
disillusioned, i’m sitting on the block with pagans
scorching orchids in the morning under consolations
where there’s rosters of creation and the plots are vacant
sculpting mobsters out of shadows and the rocks they’re breaking
chasing dragons through the caverns with their lost relations
truth unravels in the fathoms of the consternation
haunted nations, taverns and i juggle panels
double barrels full of struggle in a thug’s apparel
sh*tty creeks, i’m peaking with my muddy paddle
it’s love’s enamel, drug mules and bl**dy saddles
what, i’m staying heavy for the sake of it
life’s a gamble, the stakes are what i make of it
a transformation, rise up and take a bit
the sleeping dragon, be careful don’t awaken it
i’m still alive, my shadow in the sun’s proof
so i begin to try demystify the untruth
blistering on desert sands, a single grain
naming every stone turned over by the devil’s hands
rebel clans, searching for an inch of fame
flashing lights, systems of a scripture’s claims
grip the bottle tight to swing against the authorship
a maiden voyage through the ocean full of richer waves
temptation’s th*rns, dismantled by the misbehaved
sticks and stones in glass houses where we scrimp and save
throwing glances at the answer to the sick depraved
laughter that is heard, in the darkness of the pictured caves
true ellipsis, eclectically eclipse my shade
where i find the true fixtures of the hidden grades
forbidden glades, searching for a colder clime
overheating self*defeat in my sober mind
to all degrees, they’re sleeping on a bed of stories
they saw a map and felt they understood the territory
a bunch of rhymes self*designed to describe myself
a bunch of lies they designed so they can hide themself
no parallel, apparel of the dead and gory
the ride to h*ll is free, wisdom isn’t bred for glory
the rose is red, the prose reversed the soldier’s dread
i’ll stroll through heaven like the devil wasn’t told i’m dead
i stroll through heaven like the devil wasn’t told i’m dead
the hidden gold is never carried ‘cause the soul is led
reverse alchemy, none of us are concentrating
see this marriage wasn’t consecrated
ultimatums in the hour glass
motivating movements of the shifting sands of time on the road sedated
hand signals, no virtue for the virgin mary
sister magdalene resisted by the serpent early
in the book of life, erasing all the births of seth
it’s dead canaries in the mineshaft of certain death
i am worth this attention you should pay to hear
intention over ritual, habitually i shake the fear
free from underneath my skin and speak it to your aching ears
i shake the spears of destination that satan fears
i was deafened by the vacant cheers
i felt the hatred as the stakes appeared, greater than the snakes and peers
forever young, in the square trying to shape the sphere
looking back at yesterday amazed i made it here
man it’s been a couple months without the taste of beer
defacing all the faces in the shadows just to make it clear
see, i am just a moment as i hustle forth
stranger than the fiction being spoken by a couple frauds
i was shuttled by the utter force of karma into struggle’s jaws
i am simply human here and nothing more
my imperfections are the beauty of my life’s capers
f*ck a couple flaws i am like a skyscr*per
i’m whipping angels into shape with some flypaper
i take a moment to dissolve into divine vapours
then revolve around the surface of my mind’s craters
time takes us, aging underneath the heat
the path of healing is unwinding underneath my feet
sleepily i find myself patient as the street repeats
the same notions, stillness became motion
self*distilled by the keepers of a drained ocean
the same notions, stillness became motion
self*distilled by the keepers of a drained ocean

- chester p

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