Ticking away, the time that owes us blood

A distinct galaxy must have

Lipsticks for men and women to kiss where they didn't **** little children and destroy cities

Now again

It's good to hear yourself far away across the street

The softly spoken death sentence

Then screams of abstinence, reoccurring tones of vocal chords tearing up to merciless stretch.

It's a huge shape to draw by a poor weary man

So he decides to join the twisted fate of craze

And then he is forced to the back
The demon whispers "sorry we are full of ordinary man, we don't need more murderers"

Put that thought next to problem 8, a bunch of scribbled lines

Right, left, at ease soldier
Home is far you reside in fear now
You harvest the blood of your brothers
To a lost cause, on a mere madman
At ease soldier, At ease
The lunatics is the air, it's just not you
The paper holds your credentials and a column
For if your head explodes, rearranged till your sane
At ease soldier,
It's a cloud burst, don't panic
I see you on the red spot of Jupiter
Now hide till September

Sometimes I feel free
Sometimes the feeling sneaks around the backdoor to flee
There's nothing like this feeling of being lost faster than time
The feeling comes so little yet it is louder than the bombs over my city today

Let the world in
Let them wonder the eyes of prey
Wonder the construction
Sometimes she is a
Spec in sky is looking down
To depths of the momentum conservation
When she swings from an old swing
Till she's dust or fallen like Icarus
The world sometimes
Flew like a moth to a candle which is
Lit by distinct photons sharing
The cosmic blanket
And it's decisive british accent
They long for adoption or Athena
And clad of blur dots in universe
Longs then to further discuss the world
"Hello, Hello, Hello is there anybody out there?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a fever dream
Eyes always seeking from the wedge
Demeter must find her grain
For she's sticking around like a mortal
Turbulent, she will flee
Then some god listening to Radiohead
Will call upon you
"Just how cold do you want it to blow?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a geeky cat
Confused in what it wants to be
In the end, she burns all of land
Scorched to the brink then cries in relief
The world sometimes
Doesn't feel right somehow

Run
Run
Run
Run
But I'm a creep
I'm a ******
What the hell am i doing here?
I don't belong here

"There's something wrong with the waters Mr Goethe
It feels like yesterday was spring
Now it's time, it's mere time
Till the frogs hop around
Gosh god does play dice with the world
Or else how have you found Ms Goethe and that jolly girl of yours
Oh ****** me, how is she?"

"She's fine, she's dust"

"It's almost like I didn't get to meet her when she was around
For the employee party
Tell me what is she wearing so heavy that she can't move once"

"Oh no barely dirt, i shot her dead and my child"

"Oh look the frogs are here near this meadow"

Run
Run
Run
Run

Remember the time
The place, your face
I crawled up and said
"I'm yours, in your arms"
The self medication made no sense
But the essence of you
Is a drug that heaven bled

Calm it down
Come back to bed
We grew older than our words
Colder than our dread