I'm full of intentions but not quite wool.
I'm warm from the weapon that I will pull.
My speech could be lessened but not quite slurred.
My vocals are heaven.
I speak with the devil he calms my nerves.
Hop off my level this platform's perfect for me.
I'm hoping you'll see me speak to the country about peace.
Trace my veins with the tracks of trains. I will save other names.
See my pain. Feel the rain on your skin when I show you my face.
And only on the inside I connect my pride to the wise.
Tongue is red from the wine.
I could be dead in time.