While you're Holding on to  memories
And Shifting to old thoughts.
You must remember that your mind will become into a prison, if you don't believe in love, and crawl outside of your box.
So offer your burdens  and I'll give you a handful of eyes.  
You will no longer be a comfortable liar, under any new  sky.
As your psyche calls for autonomy
And empirical confirmation.
I promise you'll be made whole and fatty, Without any reservations.
My soul feels tense And perceptions feel clogged
I hope to tie myself up into bundle,
So I can finally sleep like a frog.