The Realest by O.children
Tired of grieving, tired deceiving,
Looking for something the world ought believing
The silence will give itself, violence will give
itself.
Overachieving, gifted with nothing
Believing, abducted, boatings, surviving,
The silence will give itself, violence will give
itself.
This ain�t the gospel, this is the realest,
Liars, and cheaters, morons, believers,
The silence will give itself, violence will give
itself.
Patients are grewing, craving the legion
Touching the horizon, word out for doing,
The silence will give itself, violence will give
itself.
Look out! See it? Angles flying up the air
Reach out the realest, we ain�t going nowhere.
I�m a sentiment with no head count
Some soldiers said that she said
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