WELL DONE!

bells rung sent the mail up high to the sky home that i fell from bail us out the bond mask over my eyes just like a welder tailspun outta binds baptized in the fires of flaw and failure i tried to tell ya u never gon get a rise out of a real one tuff like rye or spelt, orion sized heavyweight titles on the belt flyin in on the wide eye of the maelstrom wild side that i hail from i see you aint moved in a while aint gon lie you prolly should get ya sails up time will tell who the hell won promise i dont know who assailed ya bear cubs headhunt wallah they prolly do it for breadcrumbs providing shelter dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth mining thru myself gumboots the bottom started to melt some i felt stuck steel cut, knives showin the shield love spill blood