SnowFlake Black – In The A.M. lyrics

Verse 1
It we were pushed up to the close out of
Everything that was managed
And scrambled like eggs cracked right in the sweat from our hands
Could we take advantage of all we've worked to amass
A massive Pat on the back
And will it be from God en we ask!
Do Atheist have the way of things?
Do Christians still sway the reason of why we procreate within our dreams?
Certain is the militant hand
As is the penitent man
As is the madness in kings
Seeing the brilliant essence in peasants
And have it arrested with chosen spoken word in rhythm
That conducts a broken form of hope in reverb
Piece together a preacher reach a level of understanding
The devil or n we touch it all it must be up to you

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The glow in me - I'd describe it like jade (and let it stay)
Powered by the brutal pseudonym that bleeds my soul
Unlock chains and give it all away - we pass n what we make
And so I feel the live soul - the hell with dropping
If you can spread into the rest then I suggest you do it

Verse 2
In the A.M
The darkness always falls before the dawn in its darkest
And that's can be where we receive our strength to rank among the loud
Spoken
A crowd hoping that a shoulder raised an arm stretched and fingers extended
Can mend days What shook ya - cooked ya, looking to rise up in ya
Like yeast was the realization the hands you now demand could never reach
So you running around the blackness like a cactus stays dry
‘Cause nothing around it changed to bring the rain
Do the same thing again, do the same again
The structure of nothing becomes custom
A way of life, ‘til the prolonged moment of the first rays of day
Shine upon your eyes you go blind
Like you climbed the mountain Sinai but no God
No rules, no commandments thrown down to the earth
As a moral lesson for one to find his worth
No hand that's outstretched amidst the pitch of black
To help you understand the paradox that you
The flame that lights up, to make your way back to the hand

Verse 3
What use am I - to my breath exhaled
Upon the world if all it does is just expel
Nothing but nothing
As exhaust will not pause to exhaust you all
Here lies - what was once shaped in me
Utilized as thick as vapors you can't ignore
A poor man for life in need
Have no business layin’ on my ass - lying out my ass
An Alcatraz constricting my commitment to the outside - where the sun
Shines
Escape to scrape against the street with feet that go with those who walk
Without direction
Yet erect, with more measure than metrics allow
Denser than pound
Full circle like earth bound
It’s not the sound of me you'll hear when at the end
It's your defense from your beginnings.
Instinctively clutching that hand that jerks you
Pulls you out the sands of sleep so you can stand
When you bravin’ the A.M.
Until we end in the sun
Until the last of us done
Let's laugh until the last of us can still give us one

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