Perfect pictures of my sister with the symphony I give her, sense appreciation from her in the song that she delivers, saw my brother playing jazz in the past, now he flags, guess he came up with that observation, seeing how it drags, the stained broken glass misinterpreting it's surface when the purpose is determined it was searching in the curses of a hollow body sorrowed as he follows just to borrow, support from subordinate sources, courses forced tomorrow, so as I torch the pile of files defiled, know it's certain, that what you bring to light upon this Earth could close your curtain.