[Adonis]

Belly of the beast, no, belly so serene
See, Mother bore her beliefs
Knowing she could only teach what she sees
Could never live for the seeds she conceived
So if they learn love but recede
Her teachings would become unjust with replete
After all, angel dust is a fucking receipt
The path to failure is abrupt for the weak
And the tailored suits are tied to a tree
Dangling ankles won't survive if they're free
Darkened pigment lights once deceased
Just a hue, but it's alright, we despise their disease
After all, who doesn't love a swing in a breeze?
Who doesn't love a Jew on it's knees?
Pleading is a character loved by the king
King David, King Yeshua, King little horn blowing decree
It's all for the hope of gold manifesting in beings
As a people we've infested her dreams
Her love of free will, well, she's confessed it's empty
Left dry rotting with the corpse's we freed
From hand written letters to iPhones copying our speech
The rabbit hole is one she dug and regrets having so
She created
We segregated
So forget what you know