You're a lost parcel in the flooded, leafy, obsolete box
That's likely tumbling down a peak into a pit of despair
Acknowledge that your lifespan is a mangled square
You're clung onto cardboard walls with fear daubed
To believe in luck is to loosen your wholesome grip
With the weight of the bible's fibs to fist your lips
It all started with closed lips and a slit in my gut telling me that you really didn't know me the whole time, I had to convince myself that its because i'm still discovering myself but if they opened they'd ****** you in like black holes
You're in a head much larger than mine, in a reverse of the times but holding onto your childish passions that's earning our lost and empty world to flatten left by famine and a fake embrace so you'd have excursions and new games to employ sermons that only repeat "I'm not your friend, I'm your father".
It was then I realized you were not from my world. You're not human at all.
KG