I may get no reply,
its breaking
and I'm no liar.

I'm no American,
its a simple bye bye,
No clause ascendants

Free of never alone,
You don't ever see,
the hearts I'm breaking,
your tongue, sweetie.

Heaven's
a still water,
congregation,
filth before filter

The shaking body,
prostitution,
I can't confuse it,
Awoken  I am hit
And I'm of no oxygen
upon his breathe,
last upon death.