CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Kovid 24
I can hear it even though it’s quiet
Nothing’s more unbearable than total silence
Until you’re getting buried you don’t know what life is
You probably won’t experience what old and wise is
Mind, body, soul divided
I saw my body dying as a ghost beside it
In your lowest light is when you glow the brightest
And when your soul is psychic there are no surprises
The poltergeist I go for guidance
Showed us in a global crisis, hopefully we’ll know what Christ is
Alpha and omega like the revelation holy scribe and
Every other omen ever wrote describes it
Apocalypse is close arriving, everyone you know’s invited
Fight it but you won’t survive it
Should I die with everyone or just be lonely dying?
The questions of a Buddah at a Bodi Ficus
2020 is unfolding like it’s
2012 and it’s the shift from out the scrolls of Mayans
Bodies piled so high you’ll need a goat to climb it
The buffet is all you can eat for the vulture diet
A flu is airborne like a locust flight is
Pandemic is a plague that Jehovah strikes with
I don’t know the science, but I know that ain’t a cold inside your nose and sinus
Homie that’s Coronavirus
I was told it’s like if a SARS prototype is
Cloned and spliced with an ebola and pneumonia hybrid
The nineteenth version of the COVID’s twice as potent as the other older COVIDS
That were grown beside it
Symptoms and a diagnosis like this
Sound worse than what the multiple sclerosis kind is
Lungs got that lymphoma tightness
Choking ‘cause you lost your breath and now you don’t know where to go to find it
Roll it but I don’t ignite it, only sober ‘cause my respiratory system
Will explode if I put smoke inside it
COVID got me choking like my throat is vice gripped
Vocal pipe is closed it’s like it’s tighter than when clothes are dry fit
Choking like Seattle coach decided in the Super Bowl to throw
Instead of telling Beast Mode to drive it
Choking like I’m ocean diving and my H2O supply is
Low as the locker of Davy Jones the pirate
Probably got Coronavirus
Coughing in the grocery line at Costco can provoke a riot
Nothing’s more unbearable than total silence
Until you’re getting buried you don’t know what life is
You probably won’t experience what old and wise is
Mind, body, soul divided
I saw my body dying as a ghost beside it
In your lowest light is when you glow the brightest
And when your soul is psychic there are no surprises
The poltergeist I go for guidance
Showed us in a global crisis, hopefully we’ll know what Christ is
Alpha and omega like the revelation holy scribe and
Every other omen ever wrote describes it
Apocalypse is close arriving, everyone you know’s invited
Fight it but you won’t survive it
Should I die with everyone or just be lonely dying?
The questions of a Buddah at a Bodi Ficus
2020 is unfolding like it’s
2012 and it’s the shift from out the scrolls of Mayans
Bodies piled so high you’ll need a goat to climb it
The buffet is all you can eat for the vulture diet
A flu is airborne like a locust flight is
Pandemic is a plague that Jehovah strikes with
I don’t know the science, but I know that ain’t a cold inside your nose and sinus
Homie that’s Coronavirus
I was told it’s like if a SARS prototype is
Cloned and spliced with an ebola and pneumonia hybrid
The nineteenth version of the COVID’s twice as potent as the other older COVIDS
That were grown beside it
Symptoms and a diagnosis like this
Sound worse than what the multiple sclerosis kind is
Lungs got that lymphoma tightness
Choking ‘cause you lost your breath and now you don’t know where to go to find it
Roll it but I don’t ignite it, only sober ‘cause my respiratory system
Will explode if I put smoke inside it
COVID got me choking like my throat is vice gripped
Vocal pipe is closed it’s like it’s tighter than when clothes are dry fit
Choking like Seattle coach decided in the Super Bowl to throw
Instead of telling Beast Mode to drive it
Choking like I’m ocean diving and my H2O supply is
Low as the locker of Davy Jones the pirate
Probably got Coronavirus
Coughing in the grocery line at Costco can provoke a riot
