Dystopia: In Gods Body Songtext
von Kojey Radical

Mm I hope
I hope my outcries of political frustration
Once sounded like the final nerve
In a symphony of tears.
I hope my elements of affection are met with open hearts
And not scorned.
I recommence from
Kings and queens who view me with admiration and I wonder if they know they are royalty.
I wonder if they know they are speaking to a mere peasant with a pen.
And these words may be my last defence in a
Battle I′ve been fighting with my independence.
I hope that love for my expression is truly one that lasts and
They never see a day they clipped my wings.
In God's body amen