Livid seems to limit peace and rigid dreams all bend and crease. But when it reads that sin is glee an instant leaks to minutes brief. but in a week the fridged freeze and irish creeps all tend to scream. Then a truthful lass can speak through glass and Scottish tact is felt at last. and on my lap a window gaps the distance that is on the map. While I am trapped I tear and scratch at all these straps that hold me back Id like to crash just where your at but care was never spared for that.