dorta oris - pink Lyrics

The monks are repressed
The rest are obsessive
I'm not the best, but
I got the methods
The mediums
Means of expression
So much to learn, yearn
They make me better
So much to burn
The words will never let up
Gotta keep my head up
Gots to get my bread up
Making strides in life but off the record
Second place is next up
Never stop the efforts
Been in myself
I needa get extrospective
A new perspective
"Destiny" is an exit
Especially to the heathen
"Impression" is aiming demons
The blessing it be delirium
Professing is my career

Speak, without doubt
I see myself in these works,
In these words
I could be of help
To you girl
But it may not work
Speak without doubt