god rolling life up turning days into signs + everything is aligned struggling and pulling some new death at my families life makes no senses or curses handed devil a soul to try what is in constituted in living is honestly nothing compared to blackrr trees in the blacksst night standing still staring @ all the pretty white lights with home as a ghost + the smoke in your eyes wanna tear open new hearts from the breeze hold them and love them like im on this new disease and soak them in french absinthe from gutters in the streets watcch god cry + lift off his *** for me and the devil is laughning here nxx to me convulsing on his knees throwing first stones like apples behind a undiscovered treee we was laughing cuz he was crying and u cant remake already deceased so he follows the blood to the ditch whre faceless sleeps tongue rolled out of head when his eyes hit the ceilings I killed Adam and ****** Eve an all i ca n hear now is sum angels weeping and the devil breathing pull off my head to c if im dreaming want to change and to destroy you in everything that isreading as nothing is to something and believing is to anything crack the lips of blood and fold them just for a feeling purple beneath the weight of her endlessly dreaming strangled by spinal chords at the crooked junction whr shes reading to choke out all common and coagulated treethings that sit inside glass buildings constantly repeating i was born into a cubicle dreaming the numbers are connecting + replacing my feelings airvents are molding and the towels r made of seaweed i was born into this cubicle dreaming numbers are connecting and replacing my feelings