Don't don't don't release the cap Cap threatened with triviality Blame the dog next to you Free of decisions and confidence--the face that is Sitting on the chair made of medals Traumatic in the sense of reflecting the mirror on the wrong shadow of the lamppost Weighing the child's drawings and ancestors Which one is more equal? The brittleness of the smell Keep sniffing to keep on lingering You really know how life support works Put it on them after you show your ***** harpoons And then got cold, left them behind on overdose That will catch on to dust
How to understand respect between? Factually, no man is an island Are we that imperfect? We never realised perfection is the only value in your equation Perfection is the only key to these rusted locks Perfection is it...? The thing is...you are not the only one who, at the core, is made up of an ant colony's bites We all are! Piling and sorting the nostalgia and blasting it on a broken vinyl
With all that, the island might be sweet and savory A few touches here and there and will be fine It is an option since you are an ever-growing wetlands Must be good to emulate your manipulate?
Is your war even civil? No, because you only remember THAT part of the history wrapped as a legend for you to chug on Stripping Bible verses will not help you Constructive criticism and hatred is different You throw grenades That is your only personality Then say, "I never meant something ill." Trillion times Stitch it. If you keep screaming it, your throat will not be the only thing that is absent in the jacket.
Will the party on the 88th floor stop for a minute?! When will all these floors crash down since that might be the only way out of this stable building? We can handle this handlebar of a person DO NOT COPY THE CARBON COPIES FROM #16788003 AEDEN BOX. What are them? It does not matter whose garden it is You will keep picking the flowers It is not mowing anyone's You just think it is. You are not even on the grass.
Worry is the distance of the hectares and tomorrowland of your ancestors' Burden is the fire that burnt it all down Can it still be resurrected? Arson is affront, but it will just spread again Is there some bouquet spray to wander around with? Time is multiplicity The fire must be imaginary or dying inside with you.
The hypocrisy is not functional anymore Vulnerability is not an aesthetic You nod but why everything falling out is off? Yeah, it is our fault that your medals are just counted WE ARE JUST GONNA ACCEPT IT. Punching the windows will forever be our therapy center As long as you enter