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Highkey was inspired n wrote some lyrics, hope you don't mind??? can't do melodies for shit but uhh i think this is nice for being written in 10 minutes lol
the scripture goes like this: be sure to fear God;
He is good. christianity and catholicism: creature,
holy, human. oh, joyous line. oh, joyous life.
arms up for celestial beings, divinity abound,
heart wide and smile big and the priest prays,
his hands in yours, and the church cross stands
before the sunrise, unbowed in the face of adversity
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
please, take a seat, you're going to need it, little bad guy.
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
sky's so high in montana, mountain cliff and clouds cry
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
the scripture goes like this: be sure to fear God;
He is good. christianity and catholicism: creature,
holy, human. be sure to conform, else they won't
accept you into the kingdom of heaven. oh, joyous.
joyous line, joyous life. arms up for celestial beings,
divinity abound in the farms i raised myself on,
sun setting on fields of my own making; conformity.
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
please, take a seat, you're going to need it, little bad guy.
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
sky's so high in montana, mountain cliff and clouds cry
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
the scripture goes like this: be sure to fear God;
He is good, and He'll kill you if you don't pray
in the morning, believe so much He sucks out your
soul. conformity in the face of adversity so you can't
fight back-- don't worry, it'll be alright, this is your
promise not to burn in damnation. don't make Him
punish you, don't be gay, don't question, don't worry
be sure to fear God because He put His roots in our
family's tractor and now if we don't listen and pray,
hearts wide and smiling, He'll send the priest to stick
a knife in our sister josie who went and got an abortion,
and be sure to fear God because He'll kill cousin georgie
who's not allowed to use the pronouns she (he) wants
and be sure to fear God because God is good; suicide's
not allowed in this land of divinity: conformity in the face of adversity. God is good, God is good, God is good.
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
please, take a seat, you're going to need it, little bad guy.
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why:
sky's so high in montana, mountain cliff and clouds cry
God's going to murder america and let me tell you why
Me, trying to explain my obsession with southern gothic and weird alt country: look I don’t know why, but if a song is acoustic, in a minor key, and about murder, god, or america, i just go absolutely batshit
almond rum,
stale air,
and a sunlight soaked loveseat
characters from the latest campaign im part of :) most of these characters belong to my friends
I saw this on my professor’s door and I can’t even deal with the accuracy.
been on a rlly horrible country music kick and i’ve gotta say that the temptation to revive the old-school country fated au has got me in a stranglehold. a kranglehold if you’re crass. the bayou vibes. motherfuck.
sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
Sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled ♱
“Buck” // On being a trans man in the deep south
Meowdy fam :3
Sketch of Wild West AU Fireheart cuz why not 🤠
He used to live in the big city territories but moved to the countryside for a better life, where the folks of ThunderClan county took him in. Later becomes leader Sheriff
The Hewitt House - In Better Detail
Source: Austin Chandelier Service
Photographed by {I believe to be} Jake McCoy
Source: Reddit.com
The Kitchen {also} Photographed by Jake McCoy
we came from dirt, we have to swallow it
I want my cake and I want to eat it too
you'll wait?
I'll wait.
theres things I wanna talk about but better not to give
Violet, blue, green, red, to keep me out; I win.
tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
On this road there are no godspoke men.
They are gone and I am left
and they have taken with them the world.
you know you're better than this.
the flames rose to her roman nose
and her walkman started to melt
God gave us memory
so that we might have roses in December.
'Bang!', says the gun.
tarnished
the black veil vanishes
hate slashes at my bones