Mist from Defense Mechanism by Ethan Harrer

I started seeing love to all who encountered me
Compassion for the ones of many that seemed to pardon me
Walking around lke a sponge, without knowing why
Smell of paper and pencils, the mind was never dry

Went around the blocks of family and relationships
Who brought around tables, along with the snippets
Of memories of bondage, through wattage like Sonic,
Entities, fondness, honest, tonic

Joyous of the least, no go for slaughter
Poison for the beast, stone, water
Can't get to me, cease to exist
don't have problems, grieveing to persist

Joyous of the least, no go for slaughter
Poison for the beast, stone, water
Can't get to me, cease to exist
filthy to me like mist

All my joy, freedom congregated
All these views got me fascinated
Energy to the brim, with no reasoning
Filmmaking, stick games, TV to the ceiling

Playing games with people, don't know the strategy
Can't play with feelings, unknown tragedies
So ima wake up on my Christmas mornings
Never mourning, over things that aint present

Joyous of the least, no go for slaughter
Poison for the beast, stone, water
Can't get to me, cease to exist
don't have problems, grieveing to persist

Joyous of the least, no go for slaughter
Poison for the beast, stone, water
Can't get to me, cease to exist
filthy to me like mist

• Conscious Rap
• Electronic
• Hip-Hop
• Jazzrap
• Rap
• Massillon