I feel nurtured in a way that every wake I shall risen to pretenses of galls
In your eyes expose the mind of a hypnotized blindness
Listen to the suspense listen to the music in which tell you something’s coming
Playing with your mind in an open space in the confines of a small place
Loop rewind play, walk a different path and laugh at the broken bridged gaps
Feel the rhythm of disturbed strings dragged.
I have become the victim of your screeching
I am the piece of something that visits the correlation of a masterpiece
Play the barren sound to an open source brainwave suffer the weak buffered truth
Feel the eardrum ring hand out a scorched twisted tongue tired of talking about nothing
Tolerate the dependence of a derelict falsified significance relating to the complexion beneath
You get what you see. But some things change miraculously.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
I feel nurtured in a way that every wake I shall risen to pretenses of galls
In your eyes expose the mind of a hypnotized blindness
Listen to the suspense listen to the music in which tell you something’s coming
Playing with your mind in an open space in the confines of a small place
Loop rewind play, walk a different path and laugh at the broken bridged gaps
Feel the rhythm of disturbed strings dragged.
I have become the victim of your screeching
I am the piece of something that visits the correlation of a masterpiece
Play the barren sound to an open source brainwave suffer the weak buffered truth
Feel the eardrum ring hand out a scorched twisted tongue tired of talking about nothing
Tolerate the dependence of a derelict falsified significance relating to the complexion beneath
You get what you see. But some things change miraculously.