[LYRICS] 12 ft 25, Kris Dreemurr is waiting for the loss of their hand, waiting out days to come with a plan, like the every daily, SOUL that suffers them, Kris Dreemurr, can I do something to lose control? Inside my angry human-like vessel, so they lived the [chorus1] Kris Dreemurr, Kris Dreemurr, with their SOUL in their chest, so they rest, to seal dark fountains and clean the mess, way up high, in their mind, lose control, ‘cuz the soul, ain’t it nice? The life forever for Vessels [SUPER EPIC Instrumental Break] Ten feet twenty, the KRIS person Is waiting for the touch of a hand Straightening susies out without a plan Like the every daily Thought that bothers the kris person Could I find someone and make them laugh? Inside there little world made of glass So they lived the [Chorus2] kris person, kris person With their house on the sand So they stands To watch their paradise From a cheese Way up high, on that hill Sun setting 'til it's nil Ain't it nice? It's life forever for kris
"kris person"- @1225absolutecinema 2026 first verse by @DetectiveDreemurr
