The same old Sliding around is falling Beautifully out of line.
I wonder if it eats at you softly. I'd love to know When it begins to *burn away At the fleshy substance around the outside of your brain.
We play wicked games In the name of science and discovery In order to *once-twice-three Times try the **** around game; Hopeful to figure out Each others true anatomy.
The opposite *** - The fear of *** - What a nightmare. . .