Snap,2,3,4 Hallelujah I'm broke turn'n the wheel turn'n the corner I'm no whare near stopping, so much pressure, Ininnate and insecure. Bend is said and takes away the places you cared for.
while immersed all the senses are nullified and in most ways your conjured is magnified secreting every in simple strands and line. Now the concrete it stands apart above us holding both ends in perfect balance, And you'd thing that the pages of basis might bee seen into my hands and just slightly more defined.

a massive end comes to those who wait for it, and so's far as I can see we are the damned, the treasured rebellion.