It rained and everyone gained self-awareness
Staring at the ****** corpse of the Greek and the humors
While I try to shut the molded doors.
Just a loner with some suchers
All I hear is rumors that the old ways are the future
Reason resonably rendered senseless
Someone resend me the recipe for reciprocity because the only thing separating want and won't is an apostrophe
Screwtape told me to keep my eyes peeled open just in case I find the human still coping with the new old ways
That's when I make my play
Corruption in the blood, The Vinegar Tasters buried in the mud on this rainy night
The world's first time in the mirror and collapses with the gift of sight