im an interstitial pistol aimed at your nichel
you know your silken lies are everything to me
timed sequences lie about the future and come close
to everything close to everything is frightening
so i pull in push away close my eyes and say
this is lemon this is grape this right here fate
or was it cake its bad i know to fake all they take
and i don't live in the ****** fight so sorry
you and i wondering where this is going gone
our mind imagines something other than now
and in our disbelief we die all day and drink
the darkness outside of this as if it existed