Gods-Formation

Gods - Formation Written by：Matthew Ritson/William Ritson I'm driving out of here And cutting out the fools Living in their dreams Of wearing all the jewels That sugar in your mouth Gold teeth are gonna roll Your words seem to deflate You're really getting old The guns are on the table Amendment to possession I tried to run away Bang bang Learned my lesson Your going in a box Holding what you own Holding back the tears So grown up or over grown The more that you see it The more that you want Mix up the messages To uncover the god It's deep in the smoke Shrouded and hurt Wake up and we'll make it work So many choices easy to make Or easy to fool into mistakes Somewhere neon is flashing The prices are right You race to the front To leave the rest outside Are we reeling it in Or getting carried away Rudely awakened By a slap in the face The hangman gets tired The rope wears thin Struggle much longer They might let you live Remove remove remove distractions Improve improve improve on destitution Value value value evolution Come to come to come to conclusions The more that you see it The more that you want Mix up the messages to uncover the god It's deep in the smoke Shrouded and hurt Wake up and we'll make it work The more that you see it The more that you want Mix up the messages to uncover the god It's deep in the smoke Shrouded and hurt Wake up and we'll make it work And we'll make it work We'll make it work And we'll make it work We'll make it work