The pleasure I could get from just pretending, I'd rather taste every case, respect its place in its space, you ever paced fate, draped in your fears, I did, earning bids, how you learn from a kid that how you're raised makes a dark or sunny day, hey, rather work or berserk in the play, and so I stray, bold eyes, cold ties decides pride or lies, and I oblige, to plan to ride my ride, fantasize, you're ****** if I share occupation, cause the duration towards creation only proves who was faking, I'm in the making, yes I'm fusing, ready for the intrusion to cause confusion, hope you bruising from the surge of illusion, my urge has proven, I'm itching, with my right to petition, I fight the friction, no *******, cause LIFE IS A MISSION.