Paradise Of Dirt Lyrics by Saint Sleep
〈VENTING PALACE〉
Pure liquid emotion
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〈VENTING PALACE〉
Pure liquid emotion
〈VERSE 1〉
How much pressure does it take to make a f#cking diamond break
Dorothy passed out on the couch needle marks in her arm
Found the black and red stained brick road
Phone rang I’m not picking up my inner thoughts
They all thinking that I’m kinda slow tip and toe around they words
They all think they know me but they really don’t
I’ve been running since i was like seven years old
Imma waste what i got
Imma erase what i want
Stuck on these writers blocks, hammer in my hands
Take a stab but hear the feeble knock
Walk away from me
Turn your back on the sun