Not anyone who makes a fool of me
Can make me a searing crown

My soul is hardened
Go to the brow
Pedantic and cry without a smile
Go to mans or hands
With a squirrel environment
And a couple rings
For a god in ******* land
Never once had a second chance

I’m a civil ensue
A piece of beluga
A ginger without ginger ale
The findest of truths
The point of my sorrow
There’s no better telling it’s you
My suit is a core
I’m missing a secret to tell you that we are not here
This suit
My gender and neutral and carving a bub with no ail-
-ment too
It’s singing in higher octaves than a court from the sun
Fishbowl
But wise are the ones who respect you and me
The pagans and flattery

Can a man be wiser
Than those who pray?
The lipstick is not a mental state
You’re a kind of world
With the eyes of cartilage
Cartridge melting hands
Pornographic documents
But I wish I knew
How to fill the atom bomb
Without being too
Strange reflections on the phone
Can I save you with just a tone?

Will you give me some time
No man is a wizard
Departments of you in dis-spine
Fill rule
A garden of hoses and rubber paints everywhere
Saint Jude
A willful illusion of knowing what’s not really there
Car tool
A pinning of car down of soup pool and ******* the dog
Last rule
I’m thicker than fool
Same tears are the ones who reflect documents
Align to the ones who spend
Pin to the eyes of rejecting a kiss
On purpose, they will not split
My soul is bleeding
Above the sky