It's singing, traces of demons clinging on dreaming, ***** politicians solicit a composition, my intuition wishing to listen but turned to fishing, caught up in the rapture, it seemed to capture disaster, the ******* in the pastor is naked showing his privates, all I hear is silence, but public is screaming **** it, they ducked it, but they **** it to truck for some luck in buckling, they just proved they're fools to the rules, trusting the chuckling, comers sum in numbers of thousands, dousing your mouth, runners disappeared, no summer, we all went south, tingling from the feeling of stealing, look what it's bringing, screaming voices, noises was jingling, but were we singing?