Eyes link with hands uncontrolled
Media mad man
You are the same you know?
Uncontrollable whispers are the way you speak
Who do you talk to?
What do you think you need?
Ardent admires of the fine high art
Eaten
Like an expensive appetizer with
A blood red wine to start
Numbers of neo-eutopia's plaugue the land with their ****
To run is to quit
To stay
Is to fight
With large stick