By Arcassin Burnham


Plastic end of the stick in hopes to never see the inside
Of what your anger stands from,
I put in all the work to love to have you in my arms , it's
Not enough in a continuum,
Constant calling , leaving voice messages in every hour
on the Hour just to gain some hope,
Looking for your soul crossing through dimensions even
In a paranormal state you just looking for a reason to
Just make it so,
So make it so,
Had to pick it up and get off the road,
Revised Woodstock , you don't need no clothes,
Running away is the choice that I chose,
And Lucy's In The Sky With Diamonds With her eyes closed.......

Being graceful with the savage toes,
There's nothing left upon the old railroad,
And if you didn't know , now ya ........