You’re on a sick beat white,
you’re not mumbling or saying anything, right
no, go on, go on,
I’m too speedy, too adept, too fast so I move on,
I won’t ask you to put your designated charm aside, before you look for  what's beside,
I’ll just ask you to shine, and look divine,
You’re the only opportunity set forth that I will seek,
Even when there are women that haunt me and are driving me bleak,
You’re not a whorey ***** wing, whose sole aim is to attract other human being,
Attract them to search some human inside of her, cause she’s too much of a monster to blame and say what he is not on his under,
You’re alarmed by those larger and more dangerous, those you try to protect with yourself,
Shy and staying in the quite is how you like it to be as a dear elf,
Thinking you can use your powers to cancel out them effects too fake that needed to wear off,
Simply glaring like a glorious and savage mole, in that little camera hole,
I thought this was the only way I could have it through with you without a lime,
But you’re captured in my heart like your camera had been shooting for me the whole time,
No fear of dwelling in the search, just hit rewind to have it well defined like a winner,
You were living in a secluded spot to hide yourself from the embers of a sinner,
Hovering uncontrollably to grind, in the race of you racing my mind,
Spindling an infestation allowed to grow too large,
Just to get you to feed on dirt before you barge,
Contract out those controllers who wouldn’t let them harm you in your home,
You wouldn’t have to fight those who want you to live in rome,
Deviations from your exerted riverside vines spit out a plethora of venom,
You begin to feel things happening around you are bigger than what you read in the newspaper seldom,
Yelling at me asking me to stay awake when I get no sleep,
Will you also be there in deep red yelling it’s ******* steep,
There is no end to this story, I’ll just step on some of your ****,
Until you whistle and get me out with some hit,
This is no game, it’s plain simple text you’re reading,
Why does your head say you can’t get away with something more than just a heading,
Every day with only this much how can you be going around,
Why can’t you see you need to get to the end of the story and be with your hound,
There are no questions anymore, there is no other place where we speak,
I could say more but I'm done and really dry on my beak,
This beat is over now with a freaky squeak.
This beat is over now with a freaky squeak.