There will be no cannonball
Put that thing away
Forget those war machines at least for today
It’s not heavy metal
In that room demons slay
All of you needn’t say
Come and play the game in that room, in my room demons slay
I have a hard time with my attitude / I have a hard time with dollars as well / I have a hard time with the internet (like I have hard time eating food)
I most certainly have a hard time with the radio / and I have a hard time being cool
I have a hard time with all those bright colors / I have a hard time seeing you
I sad something to an angel in hopes of just maybe getting a laugh / she looked this way and that and sharply roller her eyes / but she was soft at the same time / she was spontaneous but consistent
Meanwhile I stumble I tripped on the carpet
I banged by the door
I cut myself
I scratched fingers
I cracked my back
She looks this way and that undecidedly
There will be no cannonballs, keep those ships at bay
Forget that the war machine at least for today
In that room demons slay
All of you needn’t say
Come and play come and play come and play / play the game
In that room, in my room demons slay
compositores: Giuseppe Capolupo,God Alone,Kyle Andrew Sipress,Michael James Hranica,Phillip Beltz
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