Ring time will see through you
Going to be a brand new moon
Lift off your shirt and battle reigns
Amity praise of seen-through maze

Smile at the phone inside your heart
I cannot see, it is so dark
Let me see the screen closer, will you?
Its living breathing electric sparks

Slow motion rain outside the tomb
Where robin sits, it can’t be true
Lift me above, I’m begging you
Your life is dark and sad it’s true

Ending a picture of a nail
Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t step
And in the moment when I’m there
I will avoid it just as fair

My heart’s greatest heart attack
Came to me when I smelled black
Corsets on the grand detail
They raised me to seek so well
Don’t you fear, it’s time to spend
Ladies never have a trend
Going to the house of arms
Wrapped around the melted charm

Wasting time is never art
Growing to be someone’s spark
Driving pastures through the crowd
My solution is too loud
No, the pastels are too grim
Growing ageless and so thin

Sometimes I never have to try to make you
Make you
Into a screamer
Without the mood

My truck is a line to the time
When I never could have fun
Or remorse in a value system
Gaining my ice to the price in a cellular misfit
Jumping games to a hound of lusted
Save twenty-five coins for white
Underneath the brink of light
Find five distorted chimes
Helping the mystery come to life

My crack is parallel
To other sides of hell
The joint is never fine
The cues are mine

Fire to the eyes like a mice who could never ever hide
Like a racecar under the story
Tracking the lice like a whisper to never ever say
Going once, going twice forever
My beads are kin to my spine
Thought arrestments on the line
For one unsorted crime
Never realize penalize

Five words to grostulate
My severed hand is fate
The king of *******
The point of wake

Singing such a bad, bad song
Let the race go on
My heart is worn
Thinking I’m a lad of tongs
Let the brakes go hard
My tongue is wet

Six rubber bands on my hand
Go to filter out the land
Distorted chivalry bands
Mistaking instruments for the talk

My eyes are kind of sad
I’ll never strike a match
To bring this back to light
My ears can find

Winning all the guessing games
It’s a real sad fame
So burnt the eye
Finding all the mitochon-
-dria seeking fun
A blood is reign
Thorning in the black of night
To the real good times
My heart is red
Jelly in the breaking time
No more after five
Go back to bed

I’m a blazing firefly
One of monosaccharides
Now the sea has kept me on my feet
Ghosts are easy to go home
My aim is laughing at the stove
So I will just handle you with ease

Minimalism is such a virtue
I would never try just to hurt you
My alignment is under the stars

My point is a vow
Secret forever
Loving with my mouth
Go with the feather
A hapless fly
A needle of rye
The hums will danger your heart
For the gorgeous velocity waning from the start

T-shirts are a billionaire
Dollars fly above the air
Never wanted, never had to care
Spots and marks under the land
Chalk of angel in the sand
Moist impressive eagle to the frown

Strike a match inside the dimension
All I ever need is attention
Blush of mutilated copulate

We are two bright bars
Above a danger sign
Flying with no heart
The tropics are so kind
The grinds of wire
The spark of the climb
The chain is capitalism
For the end is the drawing of my hand in your eye

A kind of disease
A kind of disease
A kind of disease
A kind of a kind of a kind of disease that makes you want to scream

I’ll be anew
Right standing you too
Scars rebrand jewels
Aligning their rooms

I see a few
Standing like tattoos
All colors threw
Supposed to be true

Classroom fires go
Endemic strip shows
Go see abbey road
On the tv show

I want to lose
Something I’ll cue
I am so rude
Kissing you
Put me in jail
I’ll go to hell
A wicked priest
Running after me

So I am going to write a song
Anyway I can imagine
I wouldn’t understand it
I feel that something is slightly off
But it’s not enough to save me
From suffering and working

I’ve got three hours to do this work
I want to start over badly
I don’t want to be judged free
Oh, all the clocks are ticking so fast
But I’m here thinking of you dear
It hurts my ears the breathing

Can I blast all of my screams aloud?
I know it’s so weird for you but
This is music to me cause
Even though there is no real melody
It gives me this sort of feeling
My brain is always peeling

I hear my mother’s snoring in the buzz of my old desktop
My mouth cannot be closed

Oh, just one more verse to make me happy
Everything is an illusion
Hey, when’s the last time I talked to Lucian?
I don’t know why we had such a bond
Now there’s nothing left in common
All imagery forgotten

I cannot remember what I learned from before
Everything is music that sings to my ears
Everything bestows me from this way to the war
I cannot be apology, I have technology

I’ll swing at your funeral, a journey to God
And then I’ll pray a savior to all
A mythical remembrance of thyself
A changing light receiving unto all

Handing over pockets of the muscular type
Settling for a dollar until I survive
Recalling all the messages beside my windows
The sores along the branches that spread from the heart

A swinging vibe, a locking chime
A question mark that shoots from the stars
A robin king who sits undaringly
My gainless thoughts are power to them all

Illuminate the virus in this town
Restore the answer of an umlaut crown
The flag of ‘merica above our heads
Save the environment before it’s dead

Live underneath the surface
Until you can’t read her face
Shoot every candle worthless
Everything’s gone and nervous

The border between the left and right eye
Ballooning everything until it pops away and
The growth of everything beneath the sky
The buds are yearning for a meaning of life to deny

Encounter a willing fox at the sound
And decide if it’s too late
And you think it’s really strange if anything resigns
And a chance you’ll be brand new

I see you in visions
Your sand on every beach
Your marble boots heavy
Upon the shoreline heat

A simple illusion
To counter every feat
Must be all confusion
To everyone you meet

Just lie down, put your eyes on the table
Watch the parade from the sun
My new life is an apparition
Nobody can see my tongue
My machines are a gallery
Sometimes they never speak to me
And I can’t remember the screen
Where movies leak
Singing sweet bells to me

My troops are waiting for the little sight
My skin is right
The air is alive at all tonight
A gorgeous web of hands and arms and better chance
And metaphysics in the land
Now you can grow a little tree
Your emotions are rage
Now you can find the little bee
Quilting up on your face

You go to the house where they swallow you
I’m a tone
You go to the place where they call on you
Play a song

His lips are grating in the pin of wires
He’s quite alright:

My ending is nearest to my plight
(I wanted to know what he was like.)

Now you can find the wonder girl
Go to war
You ought to go to find the fear
Believe it’s fine
And it is fine
It is fine
It’s fine

Grip of emotion in the wade of right
I’m killing fire
I’m going too long for a little while

Talc is a rock that will crumble so
Quickly, it won’t recognize you
My tummy’s rumbling values
Pointing to something a shadow can’t
Ever cover even down here
It shines to full capacity

Tea set a cup in my mortal hand
Leaves are leaves when you approach them
You crush them and they’re motion
Dirt in the grooves of the pedal push
Joking everyone will be here
A change in the atmosphere

Paint stains outside of my windowsill
I throw paint at passing people
A color for their evil
You have an aura that shines with blue
I’ll give aquamarine statues
Endemic patient matchbooks

Lean all the graves toward floral hair
Dropping gave me such a chuckle

I’m lost everywhere I go
Your tone is what keeps me though
Extend my heart real please though
I keep going back to my last love

October was so crazy
I want to love embracing
Manga love is not reality
When it’s real it has a chance of surviving

The ink’ed blots and the candle shots are all groaning in the shadow
The pine blue jeans and the massive scenes are croaking like an animal
I can’t find a way to release myself from the cutting of a lamb’s elbow
The bootstraps will come when you cannot find anything else outside, no
I am here today to enjoy my prayer even when you’re living tomorrow
When sister burned me, it didn't hurt me, it cast me to the fire's hope
The chance she's my mother is not so strong, in fact I think she's a running joke

See the wind on the meanest grease all they see
Panorama of gospel preachers and ***
Anaconda will get me here, but that’s what I want
Get the red cross blood drive to fill your cup

Stretching on the line
Cannot find anything kind
Anything you find
Will be so blind

Animosity
Seek me in a dream
Sift through golden pans
Candle land

Shooting corner through
Spitting monsters right through you
With a fire too
New excuse

You didn’t even notice
It was gone that whole moment
The class is screaming loudly
They all just love carousing
I am a quiet baby
I sit here like a lady
I’ll clap when they all want me
But then again, it’s my need

Is this the real motion?
Chairs already hit spokes and
Banged me right on my forehead
I felt it for several oceans