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lyrics
Her face twisted by coldest chance,
Aged beyond her years, selling perverse romance,
A victim of circumstance,
But she stood here arms open, a token, in advance,
Knowing the likeliest outcome,
So she plants her feet to face the wrath of Adams son ,
Thinking no king would pay her ransom,
Face once handsome, ravaged by,
The storms of lives harassment,
Seen in passing glimpses of loveless passion,
Each encounter with strangers,
Left another piece of her soul blackened,
Lacking the words to express captions,
Her life steered by the cruelest of captains,
Flattened heart, torn apart, pimped,
Her only worth a dollar mark, the stink,
Of sweat, mingled with the pain of her loss,
Couldnt ever hope to be cleaned out in the wash
The real cost priceless,
But who could pay the price to right this,
The one in whos image she was made in likeness?
Trust me girl, the hope of the world
Is God came to save the sinner not the righteous.
Can I make you see the unseen things inside of me?
The unseen things that you cannot see,
The unseen things that can set you free
Her eyes grey, holes in a white skull,
Skin stretched taught, lips dull,
Face collapses with each sigh,
Drawn into itself as life waits to die,
Silence, except for the sound of the clock,
That ticks in her head and refuses to stop,
Only one visitor whose tears drop,
In tired rivers that whisper forget me not,
No sign of the man who had promised the world,
Her fingers clench as she thinks of the girl,
Destroyed by a lie, sold till the pearl,
Had lost its shine, bought and then hurled,
Curled in a corner as the blows rained down,
Froze in her memory as slow pained sound,
Low stained ground, and cries of stay down,
Tears in the dirt but the hurt was way down,
So she waits, for the final abyss,
Not knowing the truth of lips that kiss,
Withered cheeks with a love that she missed,
Or hands that hold on to hers in the surest of grips,
With this, one aim love died as a witness,
And took all this pain in return for forgiveness,
Trust me girl, the hope of the world,
Is that God came to save the poor and afflicted.
Can I make you see the unseen things inside of me?
The unseen things that you cannot see,
The unseen things that can set you free
Souls Rest combine elements of Hip Hop and
RnB/Soul music; blending rap with melodic vocals
and dynamic
cutting edge production to create a
unique and captivating sound.
Based in Vancouver, Cana
da, Souls Rest consists of
vocalist/producer
a.son
and rapper
abide.n
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