When everything goes. Must go. Must go!
Decision time. Into the atmosphere
and take our chances there.
Me and my and the voices there.
So simple. Boil down to one cover waits
to be uncovered
and depressed.
Glass on top of red,
in case it needs depressed
by gloved fist
when the world is spinning and
grip the yellow and black tape
less your arm is broken
in rocket powered escape.
Laugh and nod with your
engines leaking fuel to the fire
after fragment punctures. Go!
The board lights up red and
the worst dread imaginable
dragons descending on a single soul
with one shield and one fire begs
options.
Let go.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
One hand on the helmet,
one hand on the lever.
DO OR DIE.
Never say never. And Squeeze.
Glass constellation. Leave.
original works of parts
Who Hates You
Shrugging off cinders.
Rise. Rise!
Shrug cinders.
Open eyes.
A warfield.
A hatetank.
Capsule form.
One to know and three to grow.
A warfield.
One to know.
Skip a dose.
War, in red eyes.
Rise. Rise!
Shrug cinders.
Open eyes.
A warfield.
A hatetank.
Capsule form.
One to know and three to grow.
A warfield.
One to know.
Skip a dose.
War, in red eyes.
Who Loves You
Taking long walks near the ports and docks
around the neighborhood, where the Fox and
the chapel is kind of hood.
Not hood in the way that people think is today.
Hood in its own struggle to be somebody
instead of someone else's piss puddle.
Working on a way. Working on a way to try
to save the fucking day for people not like me,
but people who had a turn or two to put them there
and need to learn how the trees sway
When the wind blows it hits us all.
When the wind comes they have someone to call.
I don't. I float and they... Yeah... they try
and I cry helping them to get their piece and
helping them to get their lease, helping them
and running from the rain that will definitely freeze.
Talk it out slow, it'll come alright,
let it buck, pay your buck, but don't let the bow
break. Everything is about to shake in Winter.
It's been fun Summer, things are about to get leaner.
Do not make me talk to you like some kind of tweener.
I've had enough of the growing up shiiiii
here's my middle finger.
In all seriousness, who loves you girl?
In all seriousness, who loves your world?
Can I gain access. No. Can I gain a vest. No.
We are best friends. Just friends. Just ... world
happens. World happens. World happens.
World happens. World happiness.
Do you know how I struggle and I wonder?
Do you know how I think about being close to you
when thunder comes? I never knew storms
could be different 'til they were.
I didn't know evil thought
until you looked at me when I slurred.
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What you need, son.
What you need, ma'am?
The question and answer
is "I am!"
around the neighborhood, where the Fox and
the chapel is kind of hood.
Not hood in the way that people think is today.
Hood in its own struggle to be somebody
instead of someone else's piss puddle.
Working on a way. Working on a way to try
to save the fucking day for people not like me,
but people who had a turn or two to put them there
and need to learn how the trees sway
When the wind blows it hits us all.
When the wind comes they have someone to call.
I don't. I float and they... Yeah... they try
and I cry helping them to get their piece and
helping them to get their lease, helping them
and running from the rain that will definitely freeze.
Talk it out slow, it'll come alright,
let it buck, pay your buck, but don't let the bow
break. Everything is about to shake in Winter.
It's been fun Summer, things are about to get leaner.
Do not make me talk to you like some kind of tweener.
I've had enough of the growing up shiiiii
here's my middle finger.
In all seriousness, who loves you girl?
In all seriousness, who loves your world?
Can I gain access. No. Can I gain a vest. No.
We are best friends. Just friends. Just ... world
happens. World happens. World happens.
World happens. World happiness.
Do you know how I struggle and I wonder?
Do you know how I think about being close to you
when thunder comes? I never knew storms
could be different 'til they were.
I didn't know evil thought
until you looked at me when I slurred.
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What you need, son.
What you need, ma'am?
The question and answer
is "I am!"
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