the way I approach time's rather simple
it's a Victorian ***, I'm Jack the Ripper
[reaper]
**** it like a crash-hot spitter
waste it like a massive twister
feel so, even though I bag some scrilla
(about time, blasted zero)
a bad side(s) wielder
hope that that's not till I/hope that's not until I
have an encounter with the
black-tect figure
[scythe; wither]

Sometimes I wonder
What is my happiness?
Is it us being together?
Or seeing you being happy with her?

I still want to ki- - you
You took my l- -e
I am now just - -one
Lost with questions
- - -ken in your sea.

to ones wronged or irked by some stupid bullsh#t
and who may have an itch to do some ruin—
—ation, e.g., shoot some bullets
all the imprudent bullies
and corrupt ****** contributing to in—
—justice will do as ones to subject to a punishment
[mafias & agents of authoritarian regimes]
and if you are one of 'em
a few words regarding your funeral
[if there will be one]
hope it will be at odds with the usual
it should be a carnival to the bone
whether or not that is suitable

I wanna be more,
than just a child and explore
I wanna fight
This growing blight

Feelings are genuine
Stars and moon aren't perfectly align
So we drink this purple wine
For this purple war between this line

Let our emotions pour
Anger and fight we search for more
Hurtful words they follow
Feelings of tomorrow

Here we are still fighting
We have flaws, I know we're now admitting,
Stay, we have more stories to be written
We don't have to go we'll just be smitten.

This exchange of words we dealt
We'll probably felt it everyday
This emotions we feel won't decay
This fight of love will repay

Love is a mirage in this desert called life;

It makes you believe in things which doesn't exist...

you are that moon
which no eclipse can hide...