I want to be the one to make the world seen in ways people can't dream.
My cigarettes create patience that I can't inseam in my bloodstream.
Feelings so deep that make me want to be unseen.
Hope is held onto by a loose string.
You and me is now a deep ting.
Like a metronome my heart beats but I crank that ******* **** to the extreme.
Visceral dreams that only god can release.
Make people dream he tells me...
All I want to do is die in his frequency.